Some of you mentioned how people treat you differently when you wear a kilt. I thought nothing of it until I had to head to the Goodwill store to drop off some old purses for my wife. Usually I just walk in with a bag and some grumpy old woman forcibly asks "Dropping off?!" I always say yes, to which I get a reply "Just throw it on the counter. We'll get it later!" Always grumpy.

Well, this past weekend when I walked in I got the usual question of dropping off, but it was in a nicer tone. When I said yes I was told to place it on the counter like usual, but in a nicer tone. When I was leaving though, she said something I had never heard before...a "Thank you" and with a smile. I just chalked it up to the old lady finally having a good day. I never thought that maybe the kilt had anything to do with it.

When I got home, a neighbor saw me in it and stopped me to tell me how wonderful it looked and how I should wear it more often.

But the funniest, and one that will stick out in my mind is a case of simple childhood innocence. Last night I bumped into my next door neighbor who asked me what was up with the kilt. I explained my ancestry and told him that I really enjoyed wearing it and probably would more often. He thought it was cool. He then proceeded to tell me how his little 4 year old cousin was over this past weekend watching tv when they saw me walk by the apartment. The little girl then asked him "Why is that man wearing a dress?" When he told me this I laughed so hard. I know the little girl and I could picture it happening. Her aunt and her cousin then proceeded to explain that it was a kilt, and that it was a Scottish thing. I can't wait until the next time I see that little one. I'm going to ask her if she liked my "dress". LOL.