I was walking from the office one day after changing into my kilt after hours and was heading down to a rugby party when (and mind you not mother nature but it was a big gust of wind) the back of my kilt went flying up as a subway train went rumbling by under the grate I was walking on. I didn't really feel anything moving in the back prior to the big gust but as soon as it hit, it was Marilyn Monroe city....