While my nephew was visiting from Orlando around the date of his birthday we had ourselves a kilted outing. We met his cousin Dirka & her husband Kilted Menace at our favorite pub for darts & brews. This was his very first time in a kilt.

A lively, seemingly friendly group at a table near us got up to leave after we have been there about an hour. After all others at his table had left, one rather short fellow came up to me and asked an extremely rude question that I will not even repeat here. I gave him about a full 10-second stair down & you could see his expression go from a big smile to flat. I asked loudly “Are you some kind of pervert?” My nephew, who was sitting down talking to his cousin and had his back to me, heard my comment and stood up and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Now keep in mind, the kid is 6’and 210 of solid muscle. No flab on this boy. He joined in the stair down. I turned & took my turn at darts. After I had thrown 2 of my darts I heard the fellow nervously say “you gentlemen have a nice evening” When I turned after pulling out my darts he was gone.

My cute waitress came over & asked “Dave, what did that fellow say to you?” I told her could not repeat it because she was a woman. “No! Tell Me,” she demanded. So I did. She huffed, rolled her eyes & said “Some of those tourists are so rude. Need another beer, Honey?”

My nephew taking his turn at darts in his new Wallace from Sport Kilt