A few weeks ago one of my friends and I drove to a nearby concert venue to pick up some tickets. Once we got the tickets, she asked if I'd mind driving her somewhere else before going back to campus.
Her: Would you mind taking me to [cross streets].
Me: That's fine. What do you need to go there for?
Her: I'll tell you when we get there. Otherwise you won't take me.
Me: Do you have an OB/GYN appointment?
Her: No. You'll see when we get there.
A few minutes later I pulled into the parking lot.
Me: Oh, it's that knitting store over there, isn't it?
Her: Yes.
Me (laughing hysterically): Seriously? Woolly Wonders?
Her: Is that you?
Me: No. It's trimmed, so it's really not that woolly.
Her: Or that wondrous?
5 comments:
Where my knittaz at?
silentkid--It's Where my stitches at?!
Minnow--I still think on some sick level you would have liked spending time at the OB/GYN office....
I stand by my assessment.
You should have made her knit you a sweater for the trip. Or some wooly wonderous boxers.
alright - I think you need to add the tag "too much information" to this one.
Silent Kid, when she came out of the store she said "I'm a crazy ass knitter.", which is where the t-shirt idea came from.
Her, I used to think it'd be cool to be an OB/GYN when I was a horny teenager. Then I realized that the majority of the women they work on are disgusting and gross.
$2, I think wool boxers would be too itchy.
Amber, done.
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