I'm at
the car dealership today getting some maintenance done on my Ford. There's a new service manager dude. Why is it that every time I'm here, they look
at me with what seems like a mixture of pity at what they perceive is my lack
of knowledge in auto maintenance, and confusion that I dare challenge their
cherished and deeply held notions of what a woman ought to know about
cars?
Oh wise and honored Mr. Service Manager, when
I say there is a rattle under my floorboard while turning sharply, please
believe me. I am not just hearing my CD cases flop around in the center storage
compartment. I am really not that
stupid. I also know where the oil goes,
where the radiator is, how to change a tire and where to properly connect the
jumper cables.
Today
it was a repeat of the last time I was here.
See, an entire year ago, my car ate my iPod. Seriously.
My purse dumped over and my stuff fell out and the car ate the only
thing that I actually gave a rat's behind about - my 16 GB special edition RED
iPod, circa 2008. Could not find it anywhere in the
car. It's not
worth much, but it was unique and it was mine.
I figured out that the only place it could be is under the
floorboard. It's in there, I just know
it. I hear it bumping around on
occasion. I told them this the last time
and they looked in random parts of my car and declared I was mistaken, there
was no iPod there anywhere. Even my
husband said I might as well give up, I'd never see it again. So today when I mentioned it again at my
dealership to New Mr. Service Manager, I got the same, "There, there,
dearie, you are just hearing your CDs bump around in your center
compartment"-look. Grrr...
No, I
haven't forgotten that this is a knitting blog...
I
brought my knitting with me, which is something I do quite often anymore when I
know I'll have some time to just sit and wait.
So off I go to the terribly uncomfortable service waiting area, lugging
my super-sized knitting bag. It began its
life as a beach bag. I mentioned before
that my husband and I got it in Cozumel when
we took a cruise two years ago. I don't
think I could get it zipped up if I wanted to.
It always contains at least two of my current projects and every single piece
of knitting equipment I have, including three complete sets of circular
needles, with some random straights, circulars, and the dreaded dpns thrown in
(in case I need to illustrate their evilness).
There are three paper knitting books I own (I prefer digital), several
single patterns and all sorts of accessories I've picked up along the way. It's a lot of junk to tote around, which I
don't always use, but I hate not having what I need when I need it.
Like
yesterday, I was at the hospital with a friend whose husband was having
surgery. I thought I was being smart
because I put what I thought I'd use in a smaller, less conspicuous bag. I was only working on the infamous sleeve
from my last post, which incidentally has not yet made it to adolescence --
more like toddlerhood. So I get to the
end of the cuff and need to switch to a larger needle. Um...needles.
Yeah,
I didn't put any extra needles in my less conspicuous bag... O_o
Too
bad, as I was there for several hours.
The good news is, I made it through several levels in my favorite
Mahjong game. But today I brought the
jumbo bag with everything in it. I'm not
taking any chances. Last time I was
here, it took over 2 hours.

Now,
maybe I can get this sleeve into grade school while I'm here...maybe even
middle school. I have a feeling it might turn out to be a great day...
What an entertaining post. I love that you were proved right about the iPod. I can appreciate why you want to take all you knitting with you. I have arguments with myself over which projects to take when I go out.
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