This Monday’s mishap isn’t directly related to knitting. It happened when I was on my way to the post office to pick up some yarn I had ordered. This is my way of stretching things out and relating them to knitting.
I was on my lunch break from work and I had the delivery notice with me. I decided to run over and grab the yarn before I went home for lunch. Let’s be honest, who can wait until after work? Definitely not me. I was heading to a Shoppers Drug Mart with a post office inside and on the way there, I was thinking about something else. I was really on a train of thought coming up with ideas and alternates if those ideas didn’t work. I can’t remember what I was thinking about now, but the important thing is that I was really into this thought.
If you have ever been to a Shoppers, you will know that the cosmetics counter is immediately on the opposite side of the sliding doors. Usually there is a desk there and the one or two people manning this section are helping customers with cosmetic decisions. It must have been a slow day because when I walked through the door there was a young lady at the cosmetics counter playing the part of greeter.
Here is the embarrassing part, when I walked through the doors I was full out talking to myself and the greeter saw me. I stopped at once because she immediately said “hello, can I help you?” Probably thinking to her self, “Here to re-fill the meds huh? Drugstore that way”.Since I have no photo to portray how crazy I looked, here is a picture of my cat tangled in yarn.
To which I responded, “No, thank you” and slunk away into the depths of the store. I am sure I am not the only one who talks to themselves in the car, but the fact that I was caught doing it puts the ‘socially acceptable’ needle slightly into the red.
I went to the back of the store and got my package, which was huge, and hurried out of the store. I don’t know if that greeter saw me leaving, but it would have been funny if she did. I come in talking to myself then leave hugging a gigantic box. It’s a good thing no one tried to take it away or carry it for me. I probably would have started to foam at the mouth and growl at someone who tried to separate me from my yarn. As long as I am seen as slightly unhinged, I might as well play the part to it’s fullest.