I did have a bad kilted experiance a couple weeks ago. I was walking from the post office to the public library in Marquette going up the hill on Third Street, one of the busiest streets in Marquette. It's been an unusually windy summer, and I was sort of wishing I had at least worn my tank instead of my SWK.

The back blows up, grab it. The front blows up, grab it. Then my hat blows off, which I really, really hate. I think I caught everything before they reached critical height, though a guy walking the opposite way accross the street was looking at me a little funny.