This afternoon I had the mom of a prospective bride ask a first. In the wedding “trade”, mothers of the bride are known as “MOBs”.
Anyway, said MOB made the usual inquiries regarding my piping at her daughter’s wedding next spring.

The question that took me back a bit was that she asked me wear a kilt with the family’s tartan. “Of course”, said I. “Would be more than happy to so do. You will need my measurements for the kiltmaker.”

She sounded stunned: “You mean you expect us to pay for it?”

I explained the expense of these garments and if she preferred I could take care of matter myself and she could reimburse me.

To which the MOB asked, “Will you accept the kilt in lieu of your performance fee?”

Not the oddest encounter with a MOB, just found the offered method of payment a bit out of the ordinary. As you may guess, I declined her offer. Intuition tells me this ain’t a done deal.

Also - it was a mighty ugly tartan.

Slainte yall,
steve