So a kilted guy (me) goes into a Waffle House. (Stop me if you've heard this one). First three latinos (two guys and a gal) whistle--actually it was one of the guys whistling--and he says "love your kilt man". OK, I'm off to a good start! Next, my red haired waiter (not waitress) says "I'm Scottish, yawdy yawdy yaw...". Still on a roll. We finish and I'm walking up to the cash register and this 20ish guy says "Sir, I love your kilt". I'm thinking--OK my fears of going kilted into a Waffle House late at night were unfounded. As I'm paying, I hear a commotion at a nearby booth (I didn't look) and some guy says "What is he Russian?" His buddy says "He's Scottish, you idiot." So ends my first kilted foray into the late night world of Waffle House. :food-smiley-002: