On my way to band practice today, I took a bus like I always do. From the same stop I stepped in, a man of, say, 50 years also came into the bus. I sat down, and he went a little farther down the aisle. I may dozed off a bit, but the next thing I know, the man is standing in front of me, looking very angry, and speaking to me:

"That flag would better suit your jacket breast than your a**e, you sitting on it defiles it, you know I have a Canadian passport in addition to my Finnish one, my father fought in the 8th regiment, you should show some respect..."

And with that, he was out of the bus, probably grumbling to himself about the young people of today.

It took me nearly a minute to realize what on Earth he was talking about: I was wearing my Freedom Kilt, which has a tiny Canadian flag on the "back pocket". Quite a surprise this man gave me!