At Shamrockfest a few weeks ago, my friends (two girls and a guy) and I were walking out, me a few paces ahead of them for whatever reason, and I became acutely aware of a presence.

You see, a cute presence (smelling strongly of Bud Light) had walked up and for about five seconds had been holding up the back of my kilt about a foot above my waist. I was kind of stunned and just kept walking, as the two girls I was with loudly started saying how inappropriate the random girl was.

Unfortunately for the random girl, it was really cold that day (and the coin had come up tails that morning) so all she saw were my long shanks and some boxer briefs.