...so here's this hostile type of mope who unmercifully hassled kilties and dress-up types, at the sci fi con which he attended with his "geek-chick" squeeze, earlier in the day. He's exiting the deli, just as its lights go out at 11 PM. He's wearing ragged bluejeans and a death metal tee, in the big city.

And eveyone, everywhere on the busy street, is kilted.

They look at him like he has antlers and came from Mars....

Two kilted gestapo types approach him, not looking uber-friendly. "Yes, he's the one," someone says, pointing....