I should remember, when I say “I don’t feel like working the kilt booth“. I should remember that I always have a great time. Always.

Screwing with people.

“You’re not wearing a kilt today, sir! We can hep you with that problem – we can liberate you from those trousers!”

“This is a kilted event, sir!, Why are you not kilted?”

Or when the guy’s ignoring me and his female companion is not:

“You see, she understands, Sir! She wants you in a kilt!” (I turn and speak to her) “Oh, yes, she understands all right.”

“You’re walking away sir! Tell me, where did my pitch go wrong?”

I could do this all day. It’s like being a carnival barker, you need a good spiel, and you need to be able to think fast and do the verbal spar with people.

But then the day turned more interesting.

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