ok I'm at an airport kiosk... can you say addicted?
I'd like to think when this beautiful handspun wool becomes a sweater that I will love and cherish it for years to come. I'd like to believe that when I wear it, I'll be able to block out of my mind the 4" knit while flying from Pgh to SanFrancisco (first leg) The vacationing families from hell were all around us. Once we were able to switch seats to avoid various deli items being passed over our heads it got a little better... just for a few minutes.
I am sure that the people around me were likely lovely human beiigs when not airborne. But as I was smelling the body odor and feeling the pressure of their bodies against my knees and their overhead outstretched arms bumping into my knitting needles, I was pretty sure I didn't want to find out.
... did I just hear Dad refer to "Seattle, Oregon?"
Perhaps I need to perceive the 11 rows of 258 stitches as all that stood between myself and an ugly incident with a sky marshall. Would that Miss Manners could form a traveling squad of ettiquette marshalls hired to slap people in the head (like in the V-8 commercials) for the various offenses experienced for the last 5 hours.
As I am clearly goog to be blogging while traveling, I'd like to make it interesting for everyone else. Hence my first contest.
What's the worst public transportation travel story you've got? ENtries will be accepted from now until our return July 18. Judging will be done by Husband Bob the good husband. Prize will be some lovely souvenir sock yarn yet to be found in an unknown LYS. I'll be sure to make it worth your while. I'm going to need to do plenty of good stuff for all of the ugly karmic vibes I had going on for the last 5 hours of my life..
...hey kids.. there's a reason they call them HEAD phones not SPEAKERS!
DId I mention 5 hours?
Spread the word. Let's hear those stories