I pushed the door open. There was a loud clamor of the bell over the door.
He looked at me. He looked at me, once more. Scrawny, bandy legs stood in front of him.
' Would you like a kilt, lad ', he asked sizing me up.
' Depends, I said '. ' First my family history please '. ' You do accept English Pounds ? ', I added..looking for Scottish currency.