I went to the concert with my brother-in-law, nephew, and a cousin. They were all pre-warned that I intended to be kilted. When I picked them up, my nephew (aged 12) had a look of terror when he saw me get out of the truck. He was certain that I would be beaten-up, or at the least made fun of, by some head-banging heavy-metal dude.

To make a long story short, mid-way through the show, two young ladies (half my age) came over to us and asked if they could take their picture with me. Of course, who was I to say no, so a flash-bulb later, they smiled and thanked me, and were on their way back to the show.

My nephew tapped my shoulder, and with an outreached hand for a high-five, and a huge grin, exclaimed "That was awesome!"

My wife did not find this story very amusing... ...but,

this weekend, I found out from my brother-in-law that my nephew wants a kilt now.