At the checkstand putting my groceries on the conveyor for scanning (not like in 1962 at all!) an interested girl asked if needed knitted kilt hose. I said I loved the cabling and craftsmanship that goes into knitted wear. I tried to avoid saying yes. I tried to avoid saying no. I tried to avoid her. I tried to be a hermit. As I was beginning to back out of the parking stall in front of the grocer I noticed her vehicle slowly moving around back of mine to park beside me. She beckoned to me for my ear. She introduced herself and her passenger. Her mother, venerated, looking healthy, weary, sat in the passenger seat. The interested girl, L___ and I spoke briefly with each as the Mom observed. Five minutes later L___ had my number and the xmarksthescot web address. I had only the rush in the moment with the opportunity to feel the power of the kilt in a grocery store venue. My question; Did I just get picked up for future reference? I'm pretty sure there'll be a pair of knitted hose come along.