Last week, Seattle was in the midst of an unusually warm spell of weather for this time of year (which doesn’t seem to have ended — it seems we’re in for an early spring this year). With the weather warming up, I’m starting to occasionally bring my kilt to work with me so that I can change before leaving. One of the days I’d done this, I had to head over to one of my job’s other downtown branches to fill out some paperwork.
Yesterday I again had to run by their store after work, this time to drop off a job. When I walked in, the guy manning the front counter waved me over. “Tell you what….”
“Yeah?”
“I saw you in here wearing your kilt. Went out and got one for myself the next day.”
“Excellent!”
“I go past their shop every day, and kept thinking about getting one. Saw yours, and got mine.”
And another man escapes from the tyranny of trousers.
“Yallah Habibe” by Cirrus from the album Drop the Break (1997, 7:44).