The power of the kilt can be as splashy as a wave crashing on a beach like your situation today, or as quiet as the undertow. Yesterday while getting a bite to eat at a local burrito joint, a young lady came up behind me and appeared by my side, tapped my thigh and murmured in my ear, "I love your kilt." It was a strangely intimate moment that left me feeling like her boyfriend had reason to be jealous.

Regards,
Rex.