Stopping for gas, the guy behind the behind the counter asks "The Question":
"What do you wear under that?"
"Depends."
"Depends on what?"
"That's it, Depends!"
Lot's of laughter.
Last night (Reformation Day), I wore a kilt to an Halloween event at a church up in Forrest Lake, we stopped off at a gas station for some soda, and the young gal asked me if I was dressed up for Halloween.
"Is it Halloween?" I asked?
I got a blank stare, followed by a nervous laugh.
Leave 'em wondering.
