The scene:  saturday afternoon at the football field

The characters:  Me, and a bunch of raving lunatic fans of the other team

OK, they weren’t really lunatics, but I was completely surrounded by them on the bleachers, and most of them weren’t even really watching the game, they were chitchatting to each other about gawd knows what and it was annoying.

Quite frankly they were all invading my personal space, and because our team wasn’t doing very well, I wasn’t in a very good mood.

And then the two brats darlings next to me started pushing on the Rubbermaid tote I had with me (one of the big ones, it holds the team’s jerseys), shoving it right into my leg.

I lost it.  Grabbed my tote and my bag and started stomping off, stage right.

I stomped and stomped and suddenly people were calling to me “Ma’am” “Ma’am”  The fury was starting to clear and I became more aware of my surroundings.  And was horrified to discover that there was a strand of yarn sticking out of my bag.

My partially knit sock had fallen out, about 15 feet from where I was standing.  I had turned a corner, so there was yarn trailing behind me, starting to wrap around unsuspecting football fans.

The moral of the story?  If you are going to stomp off in a huff, make sure your knitting is secure so it won’t fall out and betray you into looking like an idiot.

More about socks and football later.

Suzanne