When I am dressed in my kilt, I consider myself dressed as a gentleman, and a gentleman I will be. Expecting a cretinous person to accept my garb is akin to casting pearls before swine. She realized she insulted me when I told her that I do not consider my clothing "funny". The way I see it, she was saved by the bell (in this case the chimes) for I'm sure I would have had other choice words to put her in her place. Her ignorance was overshadowed by the dozens of smiles and nods of approval. I'm going to wear my kilt to every performance because I know she was in the minority. I hope to attend some evening events so I can dress in my formal PC and bowtie. Tomorrow's St. Andrews Dinner will provide the salve for the wound. int:
Cheers!
RB