When I was waiting at the check out line in my postal blue Utilikilt with my Vancouver Cancuks Polo shirt, an older gentleman told me that he likes my kilt. At first he thought I was in Uniform because my wide black belt.

Then he asked me if I was Korean. I told him that I am Chinese. Next thing you know, he started to talk me in our native language. He explained to me that he was in a Scottish Regitment back in the day and kilt was part of his uniform. He told me that he really likes the cargo pockets and wished he had those.

It was too bad that I didn't have more time to chat with him. I would have liked to learn more about his life.