Last night I went to a local watering hole that I have visited kilted on several occasions. With one exception, (the band last week had a kilted drummer) I am usually the only man in a kilt here. The place usually has a dozen or more Harleys out front but no 1%ers. I just ordered a beer and was moving to a place where I could listen to the band, when I felt the "tug and draft". I turned around and caught a woman redhanded with a handful of my SK Rob Roy hem about 12 inches North of where it should have been. I told her in no uncertain terms, "That was very rude and totally uncalled for." She then said "I just wanted to see what was under there..." RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER DATE/HUSBAND (whatever)

This got me a little perturbed. So I said to her, "What you did was very rude and unladylike, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't do that."

"Why not?" was the petulant response.

I said, "You wouldn't appreciate someone reaching up your dress, would you??"

She said "Yes I would."

I said, "Figures..." and turned away.

She replied with "F@#$ YOU!!" (three times)

I retorted with "Not in THIS lifetime, babe."

THE PLOT GETS STUPIDER

A few moments later, her apparently undersexed and overblown chopperjockey manfriend in a sleeveless denim fashion shirt comes over to me and says "What's YOUR problem with her?"

I said, "I don't have a problem with her, but apparently you do."

He says "She was just fooling around, she didn't mean nothin..."

I replied with a restatement of how rude her actions were, and that I didn't appreciate it.

He apologized and I offered to buy him a beer.

I go buy one, take it to him and he refuses (I saw him talking to another patron, pointing me out maybe looking for backup to try and kick my kilted butt). I didn't have the heart to tell him that he was talking to a guy I've met before and who actually thinks I'm pretty cool for having the cojones to wear a kilt in a biker bar...

Even if this asshat thinks he could kick my butt, I think he'd have made the last in a long line of Very Bad Decisions (choosing the snapperhead for a date was one of 'em)

Just ranting about the distinct lack of manners in someone you'd presume had better upbringing...