I had an experience like that on Sunday, July 1st (Canada Day to we Canadians; but I live in Alabama presently so I don't expect anyone to give a damn about that).

Everywhere I went, except church, I was greeted with looks of dismay and contempt. The worst was one fat redneck bugger in overalls that stared at me across a restaurant dining room for ten minutes, with an expression of utter confusion: and of course, the confusion soon turned to contempt, because ignorant people don't like to come face to face with things they have never seen before, and thus have their limitations confirmed. This bastard was joined in much of the glaring by his wife, who seemed to regard me as some kind of crossdresser, even though I had a rabbit-fur sporran and a thick leather belt around my waist and a knife sticking out of my sock. I even heard her say something to the effect of "I ain't sure if that's a mayne ur a wuman" as I passed. I was tempted to flip up my kilt to make it clear for her, but better judgement prevailed. Some people.

Sorry to vent, but it was very unpleasant, and so I'm taking this opportunity to expunge it from my memory...

Ahh, that's better...

-- Cirthalion