So I'm crossing the street, heading back to the office after lunch, and the guy in the work truck coming up the street pulls over and calls me over. I'm used to that; people seem to get lost around here a lot.

But, no, he wants to know what "this place" is. So I tell him, it's the USA offices of an international ministry.

And he says, "So does it have something to do with Scotland?"

Oh ... this is one of THOSE conversations ...

"No," I said, "I just felt like wearing a kilt today."

"Looks good," he replies.

What a nice ending to lunch.