I live in a town that is best described as hick-town. I wouldn't necessarily live here by choice, but The Hubs lived here before we met and logistically speaking, it made the most sense to move into his house when we got married. His office is close to our house, and I telecommute most of the time. So, there would be no winning THAT argument.

I'll admit that I can be a snob at times. I'm used to living on the "East Side". Where I'm from, the East Side is the more affluent part of town. The town I live in now is lacking in culture; unless you include the type of culture you'd find in a petri dish. It is not unusual to see trucks with gun racks in the back, and the guy driving that truck spitting out a wad of chew. Unless I'm wearing sweats and a stained shirt with a logo on it of some kind, I look out of place. Needless to say, I always look out of place. I wouldn't dream of going out in public like that, even if I wanted to impress the 'locals'. Although I used to have a great "Scumby" shirt. Hmmmm, too bad I got rid of that.



Shall I include my joke about not fitting in because I have all of my teeth? No, I guess that'd be mean.

With that said, you'll now understand why I was a bit perplexed at what I saw out of my living room window. I was opening the curtains and what caught my eye? A man across the street wearing a kilt. Here. In hick town. I'm not against kilt wearing, especially if the guy has nice legs. But this guy was, well, out of shape. Additionally, he was not wearing what I'd think of as typical kilt 'garb'. His shirt looked like a hanes t-shirt, and although I couldn't see his feet, I imagine he was wearing some sort of sort of athletic shoe. If I really let my imagination go, I'll bet he was wearing black socks too. Black socks with shorts seem to be all the rage here, so why not try that with a kilt?

Since I've not made any attempt to meet my neighbors, I'll never really know why this man was wearing a kilt. This one may bother me for a while.