Local Yarn Store to the non-knitters.
So my fave LYS is closing and they are now 60% off of everything. They emailed me on Tues that they got in “socks that rock” yarn - they won’t hold it for anyone and it will be full price so “call in sick and come and get it”. My fabulous boss lets me get off work early to dash over there. I have visions in my head that this yarn is the pattern kind and makes skull and crossbones or some such when you knit it up (a girl can dream can’t she?). I get there and nope - the stuff is $25 and just hand dyed variegated - pretty but I’m not making no $25 socks thank you very much.
So I get to shopping and run into this very confused guy on his cell phone - obviously talking to the person who sent him in. He is reading off labels and trying valiantly to describe colors and he is getting more and more frustrated sounding until I hear “socks that what?”. I point him to the yarn bin and then hear “but they are $25 EACH!”. I finished my purchase and the poor guy was still standing there describing the color ways of each skein of yarn.
I left conflicted between thinking about how sucktastic the person was that sent someone obviously out of their depth in to a store like that and jealous (I sent my SO to get one ball of yarn to make something he asked me to make when my leg was broken and you would have thought I asked him to get me tampons or something).
So my fave LYS is closing and they are now 60% off of everything. They emailed me on Tues that they got in “socks that rock” yarn - they won’t hold it for anyone and it will be full price so “call in sick and come and get it”. My fabulous boss lets me get off work early to dash over there. I have visions in my head that this yarn is the pattern kind and makes skull and crossbones or some such when you knit it up (a girl can dream can’t she?). I get there and nope - the stuff is $25 and just hand dyed variegated - pretty but I’m not making no $25 socks thank you very much.
So I get to shopping and run into this very confused guy on his cell phone - obviously talking to the person who sent him in. He is reading off labels and trying valiantly to describe colors and he is getting more and more frustrated sounding until I hear “socks that what?”. I point him to the yarn bin and then hear “but they are $25 EACH!”. I finished my purchase and the poor guy was still standing there describing the color ways of each skein of yarn.
I left conflicted between thinking about how sucktastic the person was that sent someone obviously out of their depth in to a store like that and jealous (I sent my SO to get one ball of yarn to make something he asked me to make when my leg was broken and you would have thought I asked him to get me tampons or something).
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