Me carrying: dry cleaning, clean laundry, day bag
Approach take-out place
What was that rustling?
Boy runs off
That boy stole my knitting!
I run, carrying said objects in flip-flops, up 2nd avenue around the corner.
Should I drop my stuff? No.
"Stop him!" "Help!" "Please"
I stop. I won't catch him.
"Is everything okay?" a nice bystander carrying heavy furniture says.
"He'll drop the knitting once he realizes it's not your wallet."
And there is my knitting bag, in the middle of street thrown away like trash.
I rescue it.
This punk violated me and my knitting.
7 comments:
Holy Crap! It's SUPERKNITTING!
Penelope
glad you're safe...
9 lives baby
holy crap! He just grabbed your knitting bag off the ground? geesh! you're totally lucky - be careful out there
I bet he felt like a dumb shit after that. Hooray for theives not being into yarn!
My goodness, that's got to be scary. Glad that you're OK.
Oh my GAWD. Sometimes it's a good thing that not everyone is in love with knitting the way we are.
Glad you're ok!
I am happy that you are safe. And even happier that he dropped the bag, and you were able to reclaim your precious yarn. To bad you didn't have size 13 needles in there to gouge his eyes out.
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