The security guard at the park in Bellingham had quite the story to tell when he got home from work the other night. It was after dark, his shift about to end. Taking the guard dog out for one last pee for the night, he spotted a vehicle in the parking lot. The windows were steamy. They heard the faint pop of a beverage can from inside the car. They approached with caution, the man’s right hand covering his weapon, the beast’s fangs glowing in the parking lot lights. Closer to the car, actually a mini-van, the dog and the man could detect rhythmic motion within. Heh heh heh, I’m gonna nail those kids, he thought with darkened flashlight drawn, the thumb of his left hand rubbing the textured switch. Imagine, borrowing the ‘rents minivan to "park," like nobody on his watch has tried that before.
Two feet from the Dodge Caravan, German Shepard straining at the leash, the guard pops his light on to reveal the inside of the vehicle. In a split second his brain registers the scene. A bearded greying middle age man in the driver’s seat, wrists bound in multicoloured silk cord, a can of diet coke on the dashboard, the woman, slightly younger in years, rhythmically winding the yarn into a ball. "Hello," she says, "it’s hand painted silk chenille. Want to feel it?"
Disappointed, he walks away, dragging the eager beast still pulling toward the car, wanting ear scratches. It was only a harmless couple, killing time waiting for their restaurant reservation.
Truth is stranger than fiction. It’s up to you to tell the difference. The evidence:
Yes, that’s the three column version of my herringbone rib pattern (pattern available for the mere price of a comment). You’re probably tired of hearing about it, but I received an e-mail from blogless Marci with some feedback – "I finished the scarf on Monday, and have already given it as a gift. The recipient loved it. She’s not a knitter, but she noticed the ‘cool twisty things in the bumpy parts.’ " Anyone who notices those things is added to my list of possible convertees. Heh, heh, heh, more evil laughter.
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