GhostlyKarliion
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- Dec 5, 2006
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well, I have seen the Utlikilt before, and a couple of months ago I finally ordered one.
to be honest, I havent been brave enough to wear it too often, the sight of a 360lb, 6'4 guy with a scraggly beard wearing a kilt puts off an air of 'be nice to me or leave me the hell alone" so I havent had any problems.
well tonight I got a call from a friend of mine, a woman who lives by herself with her two kids in welfare assisted housing, she was scared out of her mind (she had seen a gunman firing into an apartment across the complex from hers, not unusual in this part of town, probably a drug deal gone bad) and asked if I could come over.
well, I got to thinking as I was about to put my pants on, if I go concealed then it would be hard to get to and since it's summer I can't dress for it unless I wear something that is going to make the cops think I might be the BG when I show up (big guy in hoodie in the middle of summer is kinda a red flag).
then the light bulb came on, the utlikilt.
it's the survival model in OD green, buncha pockets, plus (and I'm almost afraid to admit this cause it may seem too mall-ninjay) it has ample room for a thigh holster under all that fabric.
well, I get all suited up and make it to her place, I see flashing lights from police cars and think to myself "good, they are here, I'll need to be careful not to make myself stand out" and I grin as the absurdity of that statement catches up with me.
I climb the stairs and knock gently on her door (I had just ogtten off the phone from in the car and told her I was on my way up the stairs so she would know it was me.) and stepped back so she could see through the peep hole. She opened the door and invited me in, she expressed her relief that I was there and said the police had shown up a few minutes earlier, I was trying to reassure her that everything was allright when she noticed the kilt.
"what are you wearing?" she asked, grinning for the first time since I had got there. now, I don't know where these things come from but sometimes words come out of my mouth without going through my brain first, I replied without missing a beat
"hey, I got enough firepower under this kilt to level a city block."
she started blushing, and when I realised what I had said, so did I. then we both started laughing.
I'm just glad the cops didn't hear the laughter and want to know what was soo funny.
everything turned out fine, I dunno if they got the perps or not, but my friend is alright, I got home a little while ago, I'm still chuckling about that akward moment.
to be honest, I havent been brave enough to wear it too often, the sight of a 360lb, 6'4 guy with a scraggly beard wearing a kilt puts off an air of 'be nice to me or leave me the hell alone" so I havent had any problems.
well tonight I got a call from a friend of mine, a woman who lives by herself with her two kids in welfare assisted housing, she was scared out of her mind (she had seen a gunman firing into an apartment across the complex from hers, not unusual in this part of town, probably a drug deal gone bad) and asked if I could come over.
well, I got to thinking as I was about to put my pants on, if I go concealed then it would be hard to get to and since it's summer I can't dress for it unless I wear something that is going to make the cops think I might be the BG when I show up (big guy in hoodie in the middle of summer is kinda a red flag).
then the light bulb came on, the utlikilt.
it's the survival model in OD green, buncha pockets, plus (and I'm almost afraid to admit this cause it may seem too mall-ninjay) it has ample room for a thigh holster under all that fabric.
well, I get all suited up and make it to her place, I see flashing lights from police cars and think to myself "good, they are here, I'll need to be careful not to make myself stand out" and I grin as the absurdity of that statement catches up with me.
I climb the stairs and knock gently on her door (I had just ogtten off the phone from in the car and told her I was on my way up the stairs so she would know it was me.) and stepped back so she could see through the peep hole. She opened the door and invited me in, she expressed her relief that I was there and said the police had shown up a few minutes earlier, I was trying to reassure her that everything was allright when she noticed the kilt.
"what are you wearing?" she asked, grinning for the first time since I had got there. now, I don't know where these things come from but sometimes words come out of my mouth without going through my brain first, I replied without missing a beat
"hey, I got enough firepower under this kilt to level a city block."
she started blushing, and when I realised what I had said, so did I. then we both started laughing.
I'm just glad the cops didn't hear the laughter and want to know what was soo funny.
everything turned out fine, I dunno if they got the perps or not, but my friend is alright, I got home a little while ago, I'm still chuckling about that akward moment.
