In the supermarket.

[The Frumious B.]

Mr. MacDougall,
one cool thing about that trip was, no wait, two, yes two cool things about that,,,,no wait, three, yess, three...well, you get the Python, i mean picture...

was that even the 12 year old girls know it's a kilt;
that at least one other guy in Phoenix has a kilt;
that they have seen and remember Braveheart or another kiltflick and, lastly, that you are still hanging around bookstores...

Keep on Kiltin' (insert kilted Grateful Dead "truckin'" smilie here, when someone, not I, figures out how to make one) (Broad Hint!)

Frumiously smilin'

I was in the bookstore the other day (yes, that bookstore, and no, she wasn't there) wearing my new kahki AmeriKilt. Three girls, about 12 years old, were there as well.

G1: Look at that guy.
G2: Which... oh. He's wearing a kilt, like my dad has.
G3: Oh, like in that one movie.

I moved out of earshot, then, so I don't know what "that one movie" was, but the whole conversation amused me.