Great, just great... @ 10:04 am
Current Mood: exhausted
You know it’s gonna be a bad day when you sit down on the bus for your morning commute and another passenger says, “Hey, looks like you’re caught on something.” I shoved my Hedwig sock-in-progress in my pocket as it pulled up, and apparently when I took my bus pass out of the same pocket I dropped my working yarn. (It was a tiny ball, under 10g left, with a new ball waiting in my backpack.) The driver had already closed the door, the ball I dropped caught under it outside - dropped down to the street - and it trailed from there down the aisle back to the project in my pocket. When the driver opened the door so I could retrieve the little ball it got hung up in the weather strip under the door, I ended up having to break off the yarn to get it loose.