Fudgeman
I know what you mean. Last summer my family from Chicago came out to visit here in Colorado and I took my sons out fly fishing as often as I could. We decided to meet the rest of the family at a nice restaurant for dinner after a hard day on the water. I'm usually kilted during the summer and especially while fly fishing. Anyway, I parked the car, my sons went inside to use the facilities and I waited by the door for the rest of the crew to show up. A group of four walked up to the door and one of the ladies called out pointing in my direction, "Look hon, they're going to have a bagpiper play tonight."
I whipped around looking for the piper and turned to the lady and said, " Ma'am if you are expecting me to play, you will be sadly disappointed, 'cause I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket." Shocked, she mumbled something about "Why the kilt, then?" At that point my sons walked back out at the tail end of her remark and my oldest son said," Because he's proud of his heritage. How 'bout you?" As all color drained from the four faces the small group edged past the three of us as my sons and I had a three way hug. Dinner was pretty good after that.
Nulty