Late last night I went for a long walk - I didn't leave my place until around 11:00 and I had planned to be out for two hours.

Well, about a mile from my place I came to a spot in the sidewalk where these guys sitting in this broken-down car were blocking the sidewalk and I had to walk around them, in back of the car.

They all literally broke out in wild laughter and started yelling "nice skirt" and I don't know what else they were saying, they were all yelling at the same time. I was SO ANGRY! I thought of picking up a large rock (we have several of these here in the desert) and firing it at them but decided that was not wise. Then I thought of walking towards them and telling them it is a KILT and where the H*** have they been all their lives that they don't FREAKING know what a kilt is?????

However.....everyone here in Phoenix has guns and these guys were clearly lowlifes and while I have always thought it might be nice to be famous......I didn't want to get on the evening news as another victim of violent crime in our fine city so I just kept walking and pretended they weren't there.

Later they caught up with me in their old car and purposely all laughed quite loudly as they drove by.

What the HECK is wrong with some people anyway? These guys in my opinion needed to GET A LIFE!!! So....the rest of my walk was spent thinking of getting together a bunch of kilted friends and finding where these guys lived and paying them a little visit....but that's another topic, a side of myself I would rather not reveal.... :rolleyes:


Phil in Phoenix