Dear Scottish Friends

Dear Scottish Friends,

I love each and every one of you and you are very wonderful. But I really wish that you'd never told me that "pants" is a naughty thing to say in public. I can still see you cringing when I told you about my 'fancy pants' that I'd brought specially from Canada to wear to Christmas dinner. I recall how you looked at me in horror when, upon falling on Dun I, I loudly exclaimed that I had dirty wet pants. How when I told the nice bed and breakfast lady that I needed to wash my pants, she coloured up slightly. And when I told you that my pants were falling down because they were too big, you laughed.

Now that I'm back in Canada, everytime I mention my pants I cringe. When I hear others talking freely about their pants, I'm embarrassed on their behalf. The problem is, when I talk about my trousers, everyone looks at me blankly.

with love from your culturally appropriate friend,

Lisa

are you a confused non-Scottish reader? Look here.

my sentiments (a bit too exactly)

Thanks for the awesome birthday present, Shan! You rock!