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.
Tanya Brown says
I can relate to this. I like your style.
I can just picture it Suzanne.
Vicki W says
I’m sorry but that is darned funny!
Mary Ann (mom) says
I laughed when I heard this story the first time and I laughed again the second time. Almost as funny as the Parmesan cheese incident.
Diana Wilson says
Sorry, I snickered too!
Ohhhhhh nooooooo….. 🙂
Tina Chamberlain says
That is hilarious! Sorry ’bout that!
I guess you sure showed those ma’amers a thing or two. Or is that a string or two? LOL