The darndest things happen when a fellow is kilted!

I was out Friday evening with my wife at a local dinner theater. As we were waiting to be seated an older lady seated in the foyer asked about my tartan (SWK Leatherneck) and I was explaining she reached out and pulled the pleats out so she could see the whole pattern. Her friend was trying to get her to stop handling my kilt, and I didn't know what to do, so I simply smiled.

What's a fellow to do?