I stopped for some gas while I was out running some errands sporting my SWK Nightstalker and "got kilt?" t-shirt.(is wearing a kilt and a 'Got Kilt?' t-shirt redundant??) So I pull in on the other side of the pumps from (I assume) a mother and her 20 something daughter busy gassing up their PT Cruiser.

As I hop out, the daughter is looking at my car, (you have to look, it's a really bright mid-life crisis red sportscar) And when I close the door she looks at me, just about sh*ts and says something I couldn't hear to mom, most likely "hey that guy's wearing a skirt" etc.

So a few seconds later the mom (who was a pretty attractive woman) stops whatever she's doing and steps around to my side of the pumps where by now I'm pumping my gas, and she looks me up and down. I'm like "How are ya' doing today!" she says "Just fine" and steps back over and tells the kid "That's a kilt, and I think he looks pretty good!"