This morning as I exited the Farragut West Metro station (2 blocks south of work) I was greeted by not the usual rasta with an electric guitar turned up way too high, but a man in full Scottish regalia playing the bagpipes. He seemed to know what he was doing (he wasn't 'using the tips of his fingers'! Long story) and he wasn't playing My Bonnie Lassie. I must admit it put a smile on my face.