A tourist from Beijing was most fascinated by the kilts in Glasgow.
He asked his tourist guide to take him to buy one.
At first, the guide was reluctant but eventually he did.
The guide told him that the kilt he must be worn with respect and decorum at all times.
He promised the guide that he will be in his best behavior.

Not long after, they came to a park full of old ladies.
Sudden, he dropped to the ground, rolled around clutching his crotch.
The old ladies screamed and scattered.
"I told you not to do anything embarrassing." said the tourist guide in disgust.
"I know. I know. I really tried my best." he replied. "A squirrel went up my kilt. I tried to ignore it." he continued.
"Why did you grasp your genital in front of the women?" asked the guide.
"A second squirrel also went up my kilt. I remember what you said. So, I still didn't do anything." he said.

"Well ... ?" the guide pressed on.
"Then, one squirrel said to the other, ‘Shall we eat them here or take them home?’"