One time I was waiting for the valet to bring me my car outside the Mayflower after having drinks at the Town & Country bar when a goth walked up to me wearing a black kilt. He wanted to know where a certain club was and figured since I was wearing a kilt I might know. I politely told him that I had no idea.

Why he'd think such a thing is beyond me since I was in a hyper-traditional outfit and he was wearing all black. But I guess a middle-aged guy like me should feel honored that a young punk that I was cool.