I get a lot of requests for me to post short stories here. Thank you. : ) Several short stories I have are ending up in my book - just a natural connection that way.
But here's one that might give you a giggle or two.
Several years ago when I was returning from a trip to Europe with my boyfriend at the time, we were flying back through Boston, MA. On our plane, there were two Scottish men sitting in the seats in front of us. They were both wearing white tee shirts and gray tartan kilts. One was burly and balding with a big reddish brown beard and heavily tattooed arms. The other was slender, younger and blond. The younger one was more confident and spoke to the women in the seats nearby who seemed fascinated with them. His bearded companion occasionally grunted and nodded his head in agreement.
The women in the seats nearby kept plying the two Scots with questions, first about their trip and then about their kilts. When the plane finally arrived in Boston, we all stood up to get off the plane. There was a long line to get out. One of the women asked if the men wore underwear under the kilts. The big guy said, "No, of course not," emphatically.
As the women burst out giggling, one woman persisted. She asked the younger guy, "Well what do you do when there's a draft or it's windy?"
To which both the men replied in unison, "You hold the bibby down!"