Today was actually the first time I have ever been remotely worried. I went shopping in a 24hr. grocery store (in my kilt, of course) and was cruising the magazine section when I ran into a trio or younger men (I would guess early 20's.) looking at gun magazines. They were drooling over some handgun, talking in less than perfect English (I am trying to be as politically correct in what I am saying here and do not want to offend anyone). The looked at me as I walked by and looked at magazines next to them, but said nothing. I ended up walking away to go elsewhere in the store and at one point doubled back in an aisle and found them following me, giggling. I figured they were just following me to have a laugh. I am somewhat used to this so I walked by, not looking at them. As I continued walking through the store, I noticed I had company again. I started getting worried when I saw them standing within my sight while I was checking out. I kept an eye on them and I walked by and as I headed out the door, they were behind me, snickering all the way. The whole way to the car, I was tensing for what I thought could happen. When I reached my car, I turned quickly and pulled both arms up, ready to defend myself. Maybe they got afraid because they stopped and turned around and started walking the other direction.

Maybe people do think us kilt wearers have bigger cahones than people in pants.