Kilted funeral anecdotes

[Grouse Claw]

Greetings All,
I've been wearing my kilt about a year. Sometimes it is right for the company I keep. Other times it is definitely not. I have just been to a memorable funeral for someone I respected highly. So I wore the kilt to the church to make that point. Others dressed up in business suits and fine frocks and the like, probably saying the same thing. Afterwards, socializing with the people, I found immediate acceptance and respect. One man spoke of his wearing the kilt too, at another event. Several ladies were interested and asked about the tartan. One of the clergy approached me (I'm a real Scot) speaking an impeccable Lowlands accent and made some jokes. I asked him where he came from. Lancashire. He had spent some weeks in a ship's cabin with a Scot and had learned well. After a time the Scot asked him if he was taking the Mickey, but no, he was just appreciating the experience. My last anecdote, if you are still with me, is that one acquaintance who was there seemed to freeze up with me and lose his poise. I wonder why.