Quote Originally Posted by Jimmy Carbomb
I don't even need to go into what can happen at the Pubs... or even what HAS happened in the Pubs.
Oh I know what you're talking about.

The place where this most recent story took place, for you Philly folks, is the Boat House on Great Valley Pkwy in Malvern. Not a rowdy Irish pub. This is an after-work watering hole in the middle of a giant office park. It's much quieter, more reserved, and dare I say even genteel. So when a kilt lifting happens there, it is a bit more shocking.

Usually the *ahem* "ladies" that partake in this have a carefully crafted plan of attack and escape. By the time you feel the draft and hear the giggle, they are already halfway across the room having weaved their way through a crowd too thick for a man of my proportions to quickly pursue her through. And what would I even do once I caught her?

I've sort of resigned myself to the idea that, in the pubs, a quick peek around back isn't really hurting anyone and I am not going to get wound up over it. It's the full on lifts and especially the apron lifts that are maddening.

The guy that did the lift on me last night is sober now, and we've had some instant messages flying back and forth (he works in a different building from me). I told him he was way over the line and my first instinct was to squash him like a bug right there. I told him hands off the kilt and from now on, I don't care how drunk he is, I'm going to treat him no different than some strange guy I've never met before if he touches the kilt. It's really sad I've got to leave a threat looming over a friend's head but he's kind of forced my hand. He and another one of my co-worker/friends have done this and I'm just done being mister nice guy with them.

Hmmmm maybe I should just start carrying pepper spray.