Intresting story, I was eating lunch with my mother and neice. Got ready to leave(I was kilted of course) and as I was walking out the door a young boy of maybe 8 held the door for me. I said Thank you he returmed your welcome(I do live in the south you know ) I went on and got in the car. No big deal till my mother came out and got in also, she said that little boy pulled on his dads sleeve and said did you see that man he's Scottish and wearing scottish clothing. To which the dad replied personely I think he's gay, to which the boy replied no dad he's scottish. See he's wearing a kilt.

True to form I never hear those kind of comments to my face.

The mind of a child is a wonderful thing. They seem to call things like they see them.

Brett