Woman Laugh but Men are Arrested

[Stoff]

I have a stock answer to the question about what I am wearing under my kilt. "Shoes and sock, thank you." I and other I have known have used this answer since our day in the American Revolution War reenactment group "North Carolina Highland Regiment".

In fact I used it yesterday at a Science Fiction and gaming convention I had a booth at.

Christoph

[Mikilt]

I have a stock answer to the question about what I am wearing under my kilt. "Shoes and sock, thank you." I and other I have known have used this answer since our day in the American Revolution War reenactment group "North Carolina Highland Regiment".

In fact I used it yesterday at a Science Fiction and gaming convention I had a booth at.

Christoph

My standard answer is , "Underwear. Because, ick."

[estimaa]

I had two ladies come up to me in a restaurant and say....We are curious

I get this bollox in France all the time.
In one bistro in Dieppe, the waitress asked what's under there?

I of course said "c'est un mystère", which in France is a type of ice cream made by Gervais.

[Kiltedjohn]

I of course said "c'est un mystère", which in France is a type of ice cream made by Gervais.

Thanks for posting the pic. of the ice-cream - a much happier subject of conversation.

[Shedlock2000]

I have related this story before but perhaps it is time to tell it again.

A few years ago I was attending a kilt night at a local downtown pub in Vancouver, BC.

I was sitting in a booth about 5 feet away from the bar where three guys were leaning enjoying a drink. Each of the guys was facing the same way so could not see what was going on behind them.

A woman about my age, who had obviously had more than one drink, began to ask each of the three guys in turn if she could check if they were "regimental".

She approached the first guy and while annoyed he said OK. The lady slid her hand up his leg.

She then approached the second guy. At first the guy said no. Then twice more after getting what I am sure the woman thought was cute "Oh pretty please". Finally the second guy said OK,

The woman then approached the third guy. She starting in with the same request and the same begging manner. The guy said No quite firmly. On the second request he said no again. This time loud enough that everyone within 10 feet could hear him.
The woman then moved to stand directly in front of the third guy. She was wiggling in what I guess she thought was an enticing manner and begging in a little girl voice. "Oh please, pretty please, I just want to make sure you are a 'real scot'." The guy repeated NO again.

The woman then proceeded to reach down for the man's front apron. As her hands full of kilt came up, the third guy reached behind his back and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
In a rather loud voice so he would have witnesses he stated "Maam, my name is constable XXX I am an off-duty police officer. I told you no three times. Do you not understand that no means no?. Please accompany me, I am placing you under arrest."

The woman is now a convicted sex offender and must register where ever she lives.

I am assuming that this is a true story, Steve? If so, I must admit that I am extremely surprised at this (not at the standards, just at the occasion of it happening). In 30 years of kilt wearing, I have never heard of this sort of thing happening.

I go regimental (there are a number of reasons for this, not the least of which is that I was once in a regiment!), but I have often wondered what the situation would be if, for whatever reason, one was caught in flagrante delicto by some action of another. I do worry about it from time to time -- especially given the sensitivity to that sort of thing in today's society.


My only real experience of this thing was about 15 years ago in a line up for a club in Buxton, Derbyshire. The club had a bit of a reputation, but wasn't a dive -- however, some of Britain's thin blue line were stood on patrol outside the club. A couple of girls were chatting and playfully asked if they could check whether what they heard was true; fortunately, I was stood right next to a WPC, and said to the girls (as I am hardly bashful), if its ok with her (pointing at the WPC), then it's alright with me; the WPC smiled and nodded, the girls checked, and everything was golden.

On reflecting upon this experience, I sometimes wish that such an experience were able to be safely repeated. I am not prudish nor do I have issues with people being naked in public, so I don't tend to worry about it much. That's not to say that I don't appreciate the concerns of others, just that I don't share them. I do worry, though, that there is, or may be, a certain iniquity in this matter: it is certainly not polite to ask a lady what she is wearing under her dress/skirt!

[The Q]

Strange Occurance last Saturday night at a company dinner. (only company personnel and hotel staff on the premises)
I was kilted with Argyll jacket etc, as it was supposed to be a smart occasion.

Two "ladies" passed to me a newly unfolded napkin, which had pre-printed in a slightly cartoon fashion the lower half of a lady, knees to waist, naked except for a pair of very small blue polka dot knickers.
Now the questions are....Why?
And why did one of them carry such things out to a formal dinner? ( the establishments napkins were all white and cloth...).

As I was at a company dinner, not wanting to cause a problem, I just said thank you and left to sit by my wife....

[Stoff]

Strange Occurance last Saturday night at a company dinner. (only company personnel and hotel staff on the premises)
I was kilted with Argyll jacket etc, as it was supposed to be a smart occasion.

Two "ladies" passed to me a newly unfolded napkin, which had pre-printed in a slightly cartoon fashion the lower half of a lady, knees to waist, naked except for a pair of very small blue polka dot knickers.
Now the questions are....Why?
And why did one of them carry such things out to a formal dinner? ( the establishments napkins were all white and cloth...).

As I was at a company dinner, not wanting to cause a problem, I just said thank you and left to sit by my wife....

Smart man. go sit where it is safe.

[Steve Ashton]

Strange Occurance last Saturday night at a company dinner. (only company personnel and hotel staff on the premises)
I was kilted with Argyll jacket etc, as it was supposed to be a smart occasion.

Two "ladies" passed to me a newly unfolded napkin, which had pre-printed in a slightly cartoon fashion the lower half of a lady, knees to waist, naked except for a pair of very small blue polka dot knickers.
Now the questions are....Why?
And why did one of them carry such things out to a formal dinner? ( the establishments napkins were all white and cloth...).

As I was at a company dinner, not wanting to cause a problem, I just said thank you and left to sit by my wife....

The why is quite simple. You were flashing everyone across the room from yourself. This was a polite way of letting you know that you have answered "the question" to half the room.

[The Q]

The why is quite simple. You were flashing everyone across the room from yourself. This was a polite way of letting you know that you have answered "the question" to half the room.

As I was stood up at the time, then when seated was behind a table with well overhanging tablecloths, the other seven occupants of the table between me and the hall, that was impossible.

[tpa]

In Scotland, I was brought up on the principal that a gentleman never tells; meaning that a Scotsman never divulges what is or isn't worn under his kilt. I suppose this equates to the principal that a lady never unintentionally displays her underwear or otherwise. I cannot understand why any man would be sufficiently interested in other men's under garments to pose the question, but they do even when sober. Guess they are simply not gentlemen.