Quote Originally Posted by Rigged
I was at a street faire with my wife. We were standing on the sidewalk watching people dance in the street to a live band.

A young lady and her entourage crossed the street and the young lady knelt down in front of me and peeked under my kilt.

She didn't expose me to public view, just satisfied her own curiosity.

I guess someone must have told her, "Good girls ask. Bad girls find out for themselves."

I looked down and asked, "OK?" She gave me a thumbs up and reply with a cheeful, "OK!" Then, she and her group disappeared into the crowd.

My wife thought it was pretty funny. I wished I knew about kilts when I was 18.
You are a fortunate man; My wife would have grabbed the nearest long blunt object and violently struck the inquisitive lass about the head, face, and neck.

While my wife accepts my kilt wearing, she maintains she has a complete monoply on "kilt lifting"