At work, we hired this new secretary. All week, I've been just exchanging polite conversation with her. At lunch time on Friday, she came into my office and said to me "OK. I have to ask- what's the story with the kilts?" I proceeded to explain to her my ancestory, comfort, the usual blah blah conversation when someone asks that. It turned out that her mother is a native Scot, her brother lives in Scotland, and he and her father are full time kilted. Now here's the great part! There is this one ***gentleman*** who works in the shop (yes, he's a machine shop ape) who is firmly convinced that I'm a transvestite and harrasses me every chance he gets. He poked his head into my office and said to our secretary "So you like talking to fags in dresses? He needs a nice pair of fishnet pantihose!" She turned around at the same time I did, and before I could tell him to bugger off, she said (very vehemently I might add) "It's a kilt! My mother is a Scot!" Made my day.