So I'm in line at the supermarket. A grubby guy in his 40s stocking up on beer is behind me. I'm in my new Scott Modern Red hand sewn kilt. He speaks.

GG: "What tartan is that?"

Me:"Scott"

GG: " I know its scotch, what tartan is it?"

Me: "Scott"

GG: "I'm probably more scotch than you are, what tartan is it?"

Me: "Clan Scott its a border clan, a proud clan, a very large clan."

GG: "Clan Scotch?"

Me: "No, S-C-O-T-T....scotch is a drink, Scott is a clan."

GG:"Oh..."

Then he starts listing his clans and what their tartans are like...he gets to Muir....I interrupt and say that Muir is a beautiful tartan...he looks at me..."It is?"

I'm gone...

I'm sure he's more scotch than I am...probably more beer too...

Ron