Earlier today I was at a wedding for my wife's friend. I went kilted of course: I was wearing my saffron kilt with my green Kilkenny jacket. Anyhow, the couple getting married had many friends and family from all over the globe. I was approached by a young Scotsman and his friends who snickered and asked why I was wearing a skirt. I replied that it was an Irish saffron kilt, not a skirt. He then told me in a most authoritative manner that kilts were only tartan and only for people from Scotland! (I noted he was wearing boring khakis and a blue shirt).
He needlessly regaled me with all sorts of nonsensical quasi-history as if I were some fool who fell off a turnip wagon yesterday! I told him I was a kiltmaker and that kilts can be made in a variety of materials. I told him that I wore the saffron for my Irish heritage. (I was born in Bunbeg, Co. Donegal-but we moved to Canada when I was 4).
Fed up with his nonsense, I told him that being from Scotland made him no more an authority on kilts than me being from Canada made me an authority on maple syrup! His friends laughed at that and wandered away!

Has anyone else encountered this kind of behaviour?