Finally met a member of the Kilt Police... And I wasn't kilted.

[Bill aka Mole]

"Panties? PANTIES?!?!?! You have the nerve to ask my husband if he wears "PANTIES" under his kilt?!" I seriously wanted to rip her head off. Blame it on the fine micro-brew beer we had with dinner, but I was fit to be tied. My ever so calm and gallant husband wrapped his arm around me and pulled me back towards the direction of our cabin and whispered, "Honey, she just doesn't have a clue, leave it alone." Fine... but it didn't stop me from fuming for quite some time!!

I am seriously considering a study to determine exactly why Celtic Bloodline times Alcoholic Beverage plus Inane Question/Comment equals Near Murderous Rage.

I had to purchase a Celtic Goddess t-shirt for my loving wife after an incident like this at the Mt. Pleasant, SC games a few years back. She'd had a Guinness as we entered and did the walk about, then allowed me to look at some wares while she stopped and talked with some of the folks at the Clan Gunn tent "And had a dram of whisky with them. Well, maybe two, but it was very nice whisky. And definitely NOT three!" From there, we were waiting in the cue for something to eat when we heard some comment along the lines of "Edjits an' there d**n Black Watch kilts." She's off like a shot, gone in a flash and beginning to howl like a banshee! After a heartbeat I step to get her when a hand grabs my shoulder and a wonderful baritone voice broadcasts, "Ye best be callin on ambulance en nay be getting yursel kild oo thar chasin' da likes a her!" She stopped her forward momentum, turned on a dime and returned as if nothing had happened. And then introduced me to the one of the people that she had been talking with at the Clan Gunn tent.