Yesterday I spent most of the day in Seaside, Or. Wearing my newest Maple Leaf Kilt.
As I was walking around I was approched by a woman and two men. The woman said her husband owned a kilt but would not wear it. As I was about to respond her One of the men piped up and wanted to know where "my pipes were".
I ignored him and told her she would need to keep after her husband, but he would need to get used to stupid questions such "where's the bag pipes" she laughed and the mouthy man said "ouch"
Later I overheard them talking about the man in the kilt.