Someone banged on the window. I looked, and there was a man looking down at us. He smiled an exagerrated smile, being a little nervous it made me more so, waved both hands, and walked on.
Naturally, I'm a bit nervous about being affectionate with another guy in public--I mean, yes, it's Austin, but sometimes it feels like this is the McCarthy era, but instead of communism, it's deviancy of any sort that's being brought to the harsh light of misguided social justice. So I spent the next 10 minutes trying to figure out what was being communicated in that odd moment, where there was *clearly* some attempt at communication going on, but the medium was the only message.
Of course, he might have been saying "nice kilt!" I can't rule that out.