Out in Public

[Martin S]

Archangel wrote:
"I extended my middle finger down while my hand was closed at my side. "

Funny!
In Europe, we extend the finger upwards (which seems logical, when you think about what it represents, no?).
At least, that's how my 3-year old grand daughter does it when she is annoyed at me.

Martin

[Archangel]

Archangel wrote:
"I extended my middle finger down while my hand was closed at my side. "

Funny!
In Europe, we extend the finger upwards (which seems logical, when you think about what it represents, no?).
At least, that's how my 3-year old grand daughter does it when she is annoyed at me.

Martin

Actually, I was trying to be subtle. It was a reflex kind of thing, usually I try not to behave like that. even when it's not bikers.

My daughter likes the one I invented for work. It's all the fingers up, except for the middle one, "I am so not giving you the finger."

Anyway, I think we're, I am, way off topic at this point.

But it's good to think of the negative things that could happen, in a Boy Scout, Be Prepared, kind of way, and plan to come out with minimal damage.

[Sir Robert]

In reply to a "Woo Hoo nice legs!" from across the parking lot, does one bow or curtsey in a kilt?

[morrison]

What is a Nice Kilt? Was that a link?

It's what I'm wearing!

[Freedomlover]

Out in public. Yes indeed.

Today I took my new trail dog, Rufus, up to the Blue Ridge Parkway to see how he would do in public. Here at the homestead he is a great dog, as smart as they come. Turns out he doesn't like cars passing close, and especially doesn't like motorcycles. (For those of you who don't already know it, the Blue Ridge Parkway is infested with motorcycles this time of year. And no one need be offended by "infested". I used to ride up there myself long before it was the fashionable thing to do).

So after wrestling with the dog for an hour or so we make it back to the truck. I'm letting him cool down, take a whiz, and so forth when a vehicle (my back was to the road) cruises by and I hear a long, loud, and perfectly in tune wolf whistle. I didn't even bother to look around. In all my decades of kiltedness that might have been the third or fourth time I've drawn a whistle. But as a musician I do appreciate that it was in tune .

[sporranlegionaire]

Whilst with another kilted friend in a pub a woman did ask if we wanted to borrow her waxing kit. I felt like saying 'No thanks, I'm sure you need it more than me', but didn't.
I think a bow best acknowledges a compliment on your legs, rather than a curtsey.

[MysticMead]

In reply to a "Woo Hoo nice legs!" from across the parking lot, does one bow or curtsey in a kilt?

lol.. my wifes response was to yell "yes they are"
I simply waved at them as they passed by.. we had a good laugh about it for the rest of the day

[MysticMead]

today while out and about in my Desert Camo Utilikilt, I took my wife to see the new Harry Potter movie...of course during the movie we had some popcorn and sodas...and naturally by the end of the movie... we both had to do what most everyone else does... that's go to the restroom... Now, we've all been there... crowded restroom after a show lets out... everyone standing in line...I was a lucky one.. I got in there quick... did my business and headed out the stall..there stood about 10 guys..all needing to go ... and they all just stood there... jaws dropped... frozen in place... there was this little boy, about 5 or 6, he had to go BAD (doing the pee pee dance big time)... since all these guys that were ahead of him were frozen in place... his dad pointed to the stall and said.. go.. quick... so I guess my kilt saved him from peeing himself..

The while waiting for my wife to get out of the bathroom (women ALWAYS take forever in there)... I was getting the stares...and smiles..and giggles... then to my left... I heard the snickering.... the snickering of teenage boys... and it was getting closer... so I tightened up my chest and back muscles... and snapped my head to the left...with my best "don't mess with the special forces" stare I had right into the eyes of a teenage boy who was obviously walking up to be a smart **** (I'm a 10 year vet who spent a good portion as special forces)... he stopped in his tracks.. turned and walked rapidly back to his friends... it's amazing what that stare can convey... basically it says, mess with me or I'll hand yer **** to ya...

I did get a compliment on my kilt today too... this is the second time I've been at Lowe's and had a female employee there say they liked the kilt.... it's refreshing to know that some people in this world are smart enough to know what it is...and appreciate it...

[beowulf67]

... so I tightened up my chest and back muscles... and snapped my head to the left...with my best "don't mess with the special forces" stare I had right into the eyes of a teenage boy who was obviously walking up to be a smart **** (I'm a 10 year vet who spent a good portion as special forces)... he stopped in his tracks.. turned and walked rapidly back to his friends... it's amazing what that stare can convey...

I too have always been amazed at the power of a good stare. I was never in the military but developed mine due to being fairly shy and introverted so it helped keep people at a distance.
So the stare combined with the fact that it's coming from a man with the testicular fortitude to wear a kilt does tend to stop quite a few comments.

[ncof300d]

Yesterday afternoon I went to the Glenbrook Mall in Fort Wayne, IN. It was as I expected; the weather was nice so the mall was not as busy. I wish someone was with me to film the reactions. One young girl was very startled when she saw me. Her mother did not see me, but I heard her ask her daughter what was wrong and then she saw me. I do not know what she told her daughter. No one said or asked a word, however, I believe that I heard many jaws hitting the floor and that was more from younger people who may not even know what a kilt is. It was fun. I want to do that again, but I think that it would be even more fun with kilted companions. Then it might be considered an invasion.