You need to be careful telling someone.

I ran into a young man at the Long Island games last year (while waiting for a pie) with the basting stitches in. I thought I would be neighbourly and let him know. I also told him how to remove them. He thanked me. He was in front of me in line and so he was served first. After I was served I headed back to the tent and I saw his mother ripping the stitches out with her hands. I can't imagine the damage she did to the kilt.