Quote Originally Posted by Sir William View Post
I was in a local Irish pub after attending Scottish Country Dance lessons, waiting for the rest of the group to show up. I was enjoying a pint and noticed an attractive young lady watching me intently - not unexpected as I was the only kilt in the room. The band was pretty loud, but stopped just as she shouted out "WHAT'S THAT BIG THING WITH THE BALLS HANGING FROM IT!" while pointing at my sporran.

It was all I could do to keep from spraying beer all over the place. I thought it was extremely funny but she and her boyfriend were so embarrassed they left shortly afterward.
Along a similar vein, during last summer's Scotland golf oddyssey (spelling intentional) they were having some kind of street festival the night we got into St Andrews so I hit the streets for a kilted stroll before dinner wearing my skunk fur sporran. In one festival booth, manned by a guy and his fiancee' and filled with other shoppers, the male vendor complimented me on my kilt and kit, and the fiancee in a voice loud enough to be heard by all nearby asked curiously but excitedly "Can I pet your skunk ?", much to his chagrin. He looked at me and said "we are not married yet, and she does have a mind of her own" at which point she started giggling and turning red as a rose at the alternative implications of what she had just said. Ever the proper gentlemean I politely lifted my sporran off my aprons for her to pet in a less suggestive locale and appearence. Needless to say my golf companions reminded me of that just about every time I wore that sporran for the rest of the trip, often recounting it for others with a loud guffaw.

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