Bagpipes and Mike Myers

Was there just some sort of Scottish holiday I am unaware of?

Yesterday I was walking home from Wal-Greens and heard bagpipes.  I thought to myself, “Is there a parade today?”  A car passed me on the road, and the bagpipes were coming from within the car.  A guy, with his windows down, was blasting bagpipe music.  What an odd thing to blast.  I tried to look, but I don’t think the guy was wearing a kilt.

One day later, I was going down the stairs in my apartment building, and a guy (not the same one) was playing bagpipes.  His name is Jacob and he’s actually pretty cool, but still.  Coincidence?

They say things come in threes, so I’m waiting for my third encounter which, knowing my luck, will consist of being bodily injured by a rogue set of bagpipes.  I’d bet that is a common problem in Scotland.

Anytime I hear “the pipes” I can’t help but think of the movie So I Married an Axe Murderer.  “Piper down!”

“I’m not kidding, that boy’s head is like Sputnik; spherical but quite pointy at parts! Now that was offsides, wasn’t it? He’ll be crying himself to sleep tonight, on his huge pillow.”