Rugby Union

ClicI was talking on the phone the other day to a mate of mine, telling him about something that happened to me (already that is one for the records – I do have mates).  It happened a long time ago, but it was after the unicorn.  I have never forgotten it and the guy I was talking to commented to me it was like a Mr Bean thing.  I think I have mentioned it in part before.
At the turn of the century a rugby union world cup was held in Australia and New Zealand.  Places that never normally got games got them.  Tasmania was one of them.  Someone suggested that if you were born on an odd day support this team and if born on an even day support the other.  I do remember one of the teams was Rumania.  I only know that because a section of the crowd instead of singing “I am, you are, we are Australian” were singing “I am, you are, we are Rumanian.”
In Brisbane Scotland was to play the US.  We saw this as an event to go to and were able to dress for the part.  We had kilts and were there to go for Scotland.  As the game was in the evening, I took my kilt to work.  I changed into it at the end of the day.  I wore the kilt over shorts.  I had my mobile phone in my shorts.
Unbeknown to me someone at work knew this.  They were a patient person so they waited.  They figured, and they were right, that enough time had elapsed for me to be in Brisbane city.
Wearing a kilt, I was self-conscience as it was.  Then right in the middle of Brisbane city the mobile rang.  As I say, it was in my pants under my kilt.  I really did not want to be anti-social so I figured the best way to answer it was find a loo, and answer it in there.  I did not know where any were though.  I spent some time racing from place to place looking for one to no avail.  The phone would not stop ringing.
Finally I found one.  My plan was to answer it in a cubicle.  I burst the door open to do that.  I did not know though that there was someone inside that had not locked their door.  I do not know who got the bigger surprise.
When I told the guy ringing what had happened, he reckons he just about fell off his seat laughing.  Yeah thanks for that.  To be upfront though, I reckon it is the sort of thing I would do.  The person I was telling this too suggested it is just as well the guy in the loo did not fall off his chair.
Finally we all met up.  On our way to the game some genuine Scottish people saw us and came over for a chat.  Fairdinkum I have no idea what they said.  I just could not understand them.
For the record Scotland won but I could not tell you what the score was.  I was probably too traumatised.k here to edit.