I was in Scotland, a couple of weeks ago. My accommodations were in Bridge of Allan and my significant other's home was about 7 miles east. So, I would tramp from Bridge of Allan across to Stirling University each morning to catch a bus across.

On Sunday, the 11th, we were planning to head to Lanark for The Wallace Homecoming, so I was kilted up as I headed for the Uni. As I was walking along Stirling Street, some ladies came out the front door of a hotel and one of them cries out, "Look, finally!! Sir, please stop."

I waited for them to come to the street and they explained they were part of a travel group and I was the first kilted "Scot" they had seen landing in Scotland, 24 hours earlier. They wanted to know if I would allow them to take a few pictures.

LOL!

I explained that since they were taking stills, nobody would ever hear my voice and realize that I was not a native Scot. I then asked the first lady if she was from Chicago, which she was. About 130 miles NW of where I reside.

Later, in Lanark, we had run into a Tesco's to grab a quick snack and as we came out of the store, a lady came up to me and asked if I knew "John" (name changed to protect the not-so-innocent ). The true name is a rather unusual one and my thoughts were that I did know a "John", but since I was from the States, how could she have known?

She apparently saw my confusion and again asked if I knew "John", "John Smith" (last name also changed).

And then it was her turn to be confused as I informed her (in my Hoosier accent) that I did know the fellow she was speaking of and that I was going to see him in another 5-10 minutes. LOL! Suddenly it was her with the slack jaw.

"John Smith" was one of the pall bearers of the Spirit of Wallace coffin, that day. She owned a B&B and he had left the charger for his mobile phone in his room when he checked out.

You can imagine his surprise when I informed him of his error. He couldn't determine how I could have possibly known about it.

See, it really is a small world. ;)