This reminds me of a time I wore a kilt to a wedding. after the affair was over me and some friends went to this BBQ place called Joe cotton's. As the name might suggest, it is indeed a redneck joint, and in fact doesn't even use plates, everything is served on butcher paper. Well, As I was walking along I happened to miss the door because it was in exactly the same old barn wood as the rest of the exterior. A man noticed me looking around for the door and asked me if I was indeed looking for the door. I said yes, and he told me that it was just down a ways. It turns out that I had already passed the door and the man was just being rude. My friends were regulars, and soon sorted me out (it was my first time there). When I entered the restaurant, there was a sort of rolling silence, and a few chuckles. It was kind of offensive, but in the end, i just figured they were ignorant and the best response was to simply behave normally and let them see that I was indeed just a regular man.