Ok, Ok, I know... It is late to be starting, but this was the first chance I had to get away to accomplish it!

So, as I was heading out into the great unknown, I figured what the heck and threw the kilt on. On today's list, a stop at QT for a soft drink, a run to wal-mart to pick up a gift for a friend, a run over to the local car-wash to get the orange monster washed and the oil changed and then to linens and things to get the item my wife has been hinting at for weeks. Now, I had been wearing the kilt out and about for several weeks prior to this, so I was not thinking anything of it. However, a very funny occurance happened at the linens and things store. As I am browsing through the several hundred sheet sets trying to remember the exact set the wife wanted, I feel a little tug on the back of the kilt. Now, I am a rather large guy who is balding, this is the last thing I expected. So a quick turn around (not too quick, mind you, don't want to flash the whole store) and what do I find but a 3-4 year old girl looking at me with big brown eyes! So I kneel down to get to eye level and ask her what she wants.... She says that her mom told her to come over and ask why I was wearing the kilt

This, of course, starts a nice conversation with the little girl and her mother. As the conversation goes on, a crowd of women gather to ask further questions. So after 20 minute or so of casual conversation, I have to break free to finish my shopping.

But what a fun time! BTW, Mr. Newsome, if your reading this, I sent a couple of these folks home with the tartan museum address as a place to learn more about the kilt. Several of the ladies stated they wanted to get their husbands in them!

Mike