On Tartan Day, after being kilted in the streets all day, I finally made it home, real late, and very tired. When I got to my neighborhood, which is full of trendy bars and clubs, I hear this guy yell, "Hey nice skirt...you look real sexy in it!" I just stood silently, waiting for the light to change. He yelled at me again. I just stayed quiet; I was too tired to come up with a witty response and went on my way, not wanting to get into a confrontation with some drunk.

A few blocks later, a guy says, "Great kilt!" I smiled, said "Thanks." We chatted, one thing led to another, and I finally walked the last few blocks home early the next morning...