High Jacked, sorta......
So, I got highjacked by a Cheese and Raz. Am out at Da Cheese's place right now. We decided that breakfast at the truck-stop was a good idea, then needed to go to the dollar store to pick up a couple things. I found some very nice chenille type yarn in a soft grey, but they didn't have any crochet hooks. So, off to Wal-Mart we go. I find the hook I want then meet the boys at the checkouts. Of course, they only have 2 express lanes open, and as normal, there are people in the line who don't understand the meaning of the rule of 10. I kept making comments about it to Raz, until the woman in front of me made commented about another lady who was putting mutliples of everything she bought on the counter. She turns and looks at us with a grin on her face and asks if having more than one item of the same thing makes it all one item. We of course laugh and say yes. We finally get up to the check out and I hand the crochet hook to the girl. She looks at me, dead serious and asks if I crochet. Raz and I just about fell over. I looked at her and said "No, I'm just getting it to have one..."
It just kills me to have that question asked. I mean really, you're going to ask me a stupid question, I'm going to laugh at you..............
That's all I have to say.
It just kills me to have that question asked. I mean really, you're going to ask me a stupid question, I'm going to laugh at you..............
That's all I have to say.

