All right, so I'm driving home today. Went out to a job site with a picky picky picky customer, endured his complaints, endured his objections, we're going to get the job done and get paid, that's that.

Anyway.

Of course, I'm kilted. Blue Ramsay semi-trad from Rocky or Kelly one (but it's a USAK!), maroon shirt, maroon hose, R-Kilts Tasmanian Devil sporran (bronze and black, oh baby!), brown Docs.

Couple of black guys, about three miles from my house, are pushing their old Dodge Diplomat. I park the car, jump out and give them a hand, because there's a slight rise coming up, a bridge over a creek (or crik, as we say in Texas). I help them push the car up over the bridge and then it starts to pick up speed, rolling downhill. Well, I'm too fat and lazy to run after a car, so I call out, "Hey guys, I'm done" and head back to my car.

I fire it up, take off . . . and see that they're having trouble again, getting the car up into an apartment complex parking lot . . . so I park again, get out, and put some heft into pushing the car up.

Now, these guys aren't wearing kilts. In all black, lots of "baggy" to their clothes, ball caps and all. We get the Diplo up into a secure spot, and one of 'em asks me, "Say man, what are you wearing?"

I explain that it's a kilt, that I'm proud of where I come from and who my people are, and that the ladies dig on it, something fierce. He says that yeah, he guesses he could see that, then asks me if I'd like a beer. (Duh.) So he runs inside, grabs a couple of beers, and me and his brother and he sit outside on the grass and drink a beer.

Finally the other guy asks, "Say man, I have one question for you . . . " and I'm thinking, "Here comes THE question . . ." but I was wrong. Guy says, "How come you stopped to help us?"

Says I, "I've had a breakdown before, someone stopped for me, I'm just passing it along."

"Fair enough, fair enough," says this guy, and throws the beer bottles in the trash can and we go our separate ways. That's pretty much all there was to it. Did it mean anything? Who knows? But they were glad to have my help, and they didn't seem perturbed by the kilt, and I helped a couple of guys who needed a little help, and I guess that's about enough.

Isn't it?