The Conversation That Really Never Was - And Never Should Be Ever Again

A Knitting Conversation that may or may not have been overheard at Crabapple Yarns…

Two knitters were sitting together knitting in companionable silence.  

“Do you think I should knit this ribbing in K2, P2 or K1, P1?” the first one asked the other, a perplexed look on her face.

“Hmmm…yes, I agree,” the other replied, her eyes never leaving her own knitting.

“You agree with what?”

“With what you just said,” she answered distractedly.

“I didn’t just say anything.”

“What?”

“I didn’t just say anything. I can’t believe you. You’re not even listening to me.”

“If you didn’t just say anything than how can I agree with you?”

“My point exactly,” she huffed, “You can’t agree with me. Because I…”

The second knitter dropped her knitting in exasperation. “What? Now you’re mad at me for answering you when you didn’t say anything?”

“No… I did say something. I just…”

“Oh. So you did say something. Good grief. I can’t talk to you when you’re being so changeable. And, really, there’s no need to get snippy.”

“Snippy? Changeable? How dare you?”

“I don’t know what else you’d call it.”

“Oh for pity’s sake. I ask a simple question and I get this.”

“Oh. Now you asked me a question?”

“I’m not talking to you right now.”

“Well, then, you’re not going to get an answer are you?”

“You are so frustrating sometimes.”

The second knitter heaved a great sigh. “Well, thanks to you not saying anything I have to start counting all over again.”

“Oh.” The first knitter looked somewhat guilty. “You were counting?”

“Is that a question?”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. I mean. .. I was almost done counting, but I really don’t mind starting over.” The pointed look over the tip of the glasses did nothing to confirm this.

“Sorry.”

The second knitter heaved a great sigh – for she was a great sigher – and picked up her knitting again.

Silence reigned once more.

Our first knitter experimented with a sigh herself and, with a shrug of her shoulders, picked her knitting up once again as well. She peered at it intently. The cast on row seemed to be mocking her. Wasn’t there something she… oh yes… she couldn’t decide on the ribbing. “Do you think I should do K1, P1 or K2, P2 ribbing?” she asked distractedly.

“Hmmm… yes… I agree completely,” the other knitter replied.

Let’s just leave these two knitters now shall we? What happened next wasn’t exactly pretty.  And, perhaps, it would be better for everyone involved in these two particular knitters were left nameless.

Lesson learned? Never bother a knitter when she’s counting.