As an older fart, I had an appointment with the urologist at the VA Center in Phoenix today. As this was a rather rude examination, see scope, I was deciding what would be appropriate attair for such an avent; a KILT of course! Only one thing, I had not really worn the kilt in public except for close walks with the dog in the neighborhood. Used a tip that I picked up on this forum abought using a towel to keep the pleats from getting wrinkled while driving; its a 2 hour drive to Phoenix. Very comfortable drive I must say. Got up the nerve to exit the car in the parking lot and ventured into what I knew would be the inevitable flurry of snickers and laughter. To my surprise I received nothing but possitive remarks and compliments, mostly from men. I did overhear one woman asking her husband what was worn under the kilt and he responded, "... don't you dare ask!...". After completing checking in at the clinic I turned around to take my seat in the waiting room as the receptionist called my name out as if I had forgotten something and said, "...I just wanted you to turn around so I could get a better look at your kilt...". This combined with an all clear from the doctor had to be one of my best days.