This afternoon I wore my homemade kilt to the store to get my smokes. The girls behind the counter spent their time chatting with me and ignored the guy behind me completely. Poor guy was fuming. I had to remind them they had other customers When I left the guy muttered about guys in skirts and I just smiled and asked "jealous?" and went out the door. The CDI factor at work

(CDI = Chicks Dig It)