I wear my kilts about 4 days a week, right now. Of those four, three of them I am doing visits in retirement homes with my therapy dog. The older ladies seem to get a real kick out of it.
The most recent was yesterday at a reception for the volunteers. A ladie of about 75 came up to my dog and I. She was bending waaaaay over to pet him (he's a black lab). Finally, she said "fiddlesticks" and looked me in the eye and asked what I had on under my kilt. I replied with a simple "blue ribbon". Her friend next to her burst out in laughter.
I love the folks that promptly ask me "what clan?" This just turns into a 20 minute discussion. As a norm, people seem to be more willing to talk to a complete stranger in a kilt than just a complete stranger. I experience this every time I don the wool!
In a not so related story, I will be heading off to Oklahoma tomarrow to visit a terminal family member. (My wife's great aunt.) The request has been made that I wear a kilt to the funeral. In a morbid way, that makes me proud.

Cheers,
Allen