Quote Originally Posted by Chefdave
Standing at the front of the produce section was an older gentleman who proceded to blatantly stare open-mouthed at me from the moment I walked in the door until I walked by him. I passed him a few more times while in the store and he just kept staring too.
The gentleman doesn't know it yet ... but what he was showing was unprocessed jealousy. Envy. Covetousness. (Of the kilt, that is, not you.) His subconscious was so wrapped up in how he too might wear a kilt, that the part of the brain that tells him not to stare dumbstruck was bypassed completely. It will take him a while, but it will click for him eventually.