I had just dropped off my kilt to be dry cleaned for Saturday. The guy behind the counter writes down “skirt.” I tell him it’s a kilt. He looks at me, says “Oh, okay” but he still leaves “skirt” on the ticket.
Apparently, when you dry clean a skirt, they charge you by the pleat ‘cuz I got charged for a 24 pleat skirt. Which is actually very reasonable, but still…
The guy looks at my sash. He asks, “What do you call this?”
I say, “It’s a sash.”
He asks, “How do you spell that?”
“S-a-s-h,” I say.
He goes “S-A what?”
“…S-H.”
“S-H-A….?”
“No, S-A-S-H. Sash.”
He writes down “scarf”
I hand him my shirt. He takes a good long look at the shirt, then he takes a good long look at me, then he writes down “blouse – very big”.
So this afternoon, I’m picking up my scarf, my skirt, and my blouse.
My scarf. My 24-pleat skirt. And my very big blouse.
No respect.
David Jenkins
3 years ago
At least you didn’t drop off that fancy purse you wear around your waist, too.
Rachel*
3 years ago
No, mad respect, man.
dee
3 years ago
what about your “bobby socks”!!!hahhaa
gar
3 years ago
This was sent to me from a fellow
Krewe member. I can only take credit for forwarding it.
dcdave
3 years ago
tee hee
melissa
3 years ago
Hahah that’s a thing of beauty. What kinda goober doesn’t know what a kilt is anyway? Kilts OWN.
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3 years ago
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batlratl
1 year ago
Can a MacLaren join in on the fun? Will be there on friday. Have kilt will travel:)