The RAF kilt, a warning to those posted to jockland.
On my first day at Lossie many moons ago now, I was doing my arrivals chit.
At clothing stores, I was measured up - they told me this was for my kilt size.
The stacker asked me to try on a kilt (a first time for me), they did some more measuring and took a photograph. I just assumed this was par for the course.
Unfortunately this wasn't a kilt, it were a skirt, but how was I to know!
That photo haunts me to this day, it caused no end of laughter amongst my colleagues.
Did anyone else suffer the same fate? Or do you have any funny stories that happened to you on your first day?