So tonight my ladyfriend and I are dining at a local western steak house with live band and dance floor.

When we came in the young bus boy kept staring at me. After dinner when we're dancing (yes kilted in a country bar) he keeps looking my way.

Finally, we're taking a break in our booth and he comes over to me and says, "Do you play the bagpipes?" So of course my mind starts sorting through all the smart comebacks I have for that question but fortunately, before I can respond, he says, "I've played the bagpipes for the last three years."

Who knew - in my little town. The band fired up again so we couldn't talk.

When we were leaving I stopped and gave him a couple of kilt cards - so who knows....maybe....another kilted local ere long.