Kilt man

A few weeks ago, a few friends and I went out to eat at Chucks on a friday night. The restaurant was packed because Nick Saban was there with recruits, so we had to wait forty five minutes to be seated. Normally, when I am hungry forty five minutes would be unbearable, but since Saban was around I could suppress my appetite long enough. My friends and I stood awkwardly in the way of people coming in and out of the restaurant until a large enough spot on the bench against the wall opened up and we quickly scooted over and claimed our waiting positions. While we sat there drinking red wine and people watching, a man with a huge beard and a kilt walked in. Although I live in a college town and am used to seeing people dressed in strange ways, this was particularly unusual considering this strange outfitted man was walking into Chucks (a very nice restaurant). The man had long scraggly hair and a full beard. He had a white T-shirt which tucked his large stomach into his flamboyantly turquoise lime green and blue plaid kilt. He was wearing tall white socks and a pair of high tops with British flags embroidered on them. Immediately, I found myself needing to laugh and point at this odd character, but politely I refrained.....UNTIL. A girl, dressed in a cute outfit, the normal friday night Tuscaloosa get up, jeans shirt and heels walks up to the kilt man. "Heeeeey" she proclaims as she leans forward to give the hairy beast a hug. I am shocked that she willingly acted like she knew him in public, much less initiated touching him. His back was towards me so I couldn't really see how he responded. His kilt moved gracefully against his tree trunk legs as the girl spoke to him. "Wow, you look great." she told him. False, your kilted friend does not look great. He looks like a freak show. "What have you been up to?" she asked. At this point I lost all control and laughed at the situation. I have included a picture of the scene that I secretly took with my cell phone.