Started off at my storage space, stashing some of my trash. Guy loading a big truck looks out at me in my solid 'steel green' poly cotton kilt and in his best imitation brogue, asks "Wot's the special occasion?"

I stopped, waited a beat, then smiled.
"Kilts aren't costumes. They're clothing!"

Thanks, Bear!

Then, later in the day, a fella is in the shop, and from where I am, I can only see the top of his back. It's the "Submit" Utilikilts shirt, which gets me excited. I scootch around to see...


he's


wearing


jeans


(tight ones).

Call out the KiltSquad!
Have that man pleated until he relents!

Can anybody think of any excuse for that?

-G