Please forgive; I know this subject has been 'done to death', but I have to share this:

A good friend and his beautiful Ukrainian bride joined me and my wife for dinner last night. His wife, recently arrived from the Ukraine (rural Kiev, actually), has EXTREMELY broken English complete with HEAVY rolled "r"'s, half-broken and rearranged sentences - a very nice person, just very difficult to understand.

Being from rural Kiev her husband translated she had never seen or even heard of a kilt. We were at the "Schnitzel House" in Jacksonville, Florida, and I was wearing my tank (Buchanan Hunting Modern - on the right in the pic at http://www.xmarksthescot.com/forum/o...x.html?t=51045), green irish wool sweater, Ferguson Britt muskrat sporran, lovat green Lewis hose w/bottle green tassle-style flashes. She sees me, immediately points and says "Neeth, whaht ees?" I replied, "I'm sorry, I don't understand." She comes back with "neeth, clothing." I again answered, "I'm very sorry, I don't understand what you're asking (I'm starting to get a clue at this point)." Her husband, beginning to laugh hard by now, says "She wants to know if you're wearing anything under your kilt!" "Oh!," I spouted, "well, Queen's regimental rules, ya know. (with a grin)" He translated for her, and it was priceless to see a VERY wide smile erupt from her.

Amazing, even someone from a vastly different culture and society is urged to ask "the question". Amazing, simply amazing.