Send booze. Or chocolate. Or both.
In Centre Hall, PA, there is a lovely little string shop called the Knitter's Underground (or Weaver's Loft. It depends on who you ask. Same place, though.) They rent out spinning wheels, sell wool, flax, and silk rovings, and have a nice supply of yarns and knitting and weaving supplies. It's great.
A few months ago, I got a postcard in the mail from them, saying that they moved to a new location. Today, having decided that I need yet more yarn in order to get started on holiday knitting (Yes, I start knitting Xmas gifts in the summer. Sue me) I took a drive out there. I went to the old location, studied the hand-drawn map on the door, and started driving.
And driving.
I turned right at the ass crack of the world, and kept driving.
I passed God's house. I tooted the horn, waved, and kept driving.
I got a little unnerved when I saw a sign that said "City of Dis, 5 mi" but I kept going.
And then I saw it: a pastel green building at the end of a side-road. I felt my heart rate go up as I thought of all the lovely new toys they must have room for, now. I drive down the lane and turn in to the gravel driveway. Huh. No cars are here... but they're open til 5, and it's barely 3:30. I get out of the car and go up to the front door, and am greeted by a huge sign
THE KNITTERS UNDERGROUND HAS BEEN CLOSED BY POTTER TOWNSHIP
I have no words.
I just stand there, stupefied, for a few minutes.
Who the hell shuts down a YARN STORE? Were they selling smack? Were they a front for illegal Russian hookers? Would have killed them to remove the map from the front door of the old place?
I'm having three house guests this weekend, and I haven't even vacuumed, yet, let alone gone to the grocery store. Help.
A few months ago, I got a postcard in the mail from them, saying that they moved to a new location. Today, having decided that I need yet more yarn in order to get started on holiday knitting (Yes, I start knitting Xmas gifts in the summer. Sue me) I took a drive out there. I went to the old location, studied the hand-drawn map on the door, and started driving.
And driving.
I turned right at the ass crack of the world, and kept driving.
I passed God's house. I tooted the horn, waved, and kept driving.
I got a little unnerved when I saw a sign that said "City of Dis, 5 mi" but I kept going.
And then I saw it: a pastel green building at the end of a side-road. I felt my heart rate go up as I thought of all the lovely new toys they must have room for, now. I drive down the lane and turn in to the gravel driveway. Huh. No cars are here... but they're open til 5, and it's barely 3:30. I get out of the car and go up to the front door, and am greeted by a huge sign
THE KNITTERS UNDERGROUND HAS BEEN CLOSED BY POTTER TOWNSHIP
I have no words.
I just stand there, stupefied, for a few minutes.
Who the hell shuts down a YARN STORE? Were they selling smack? Were they a front for illegal Russian hookers? Would have killed them to remove the map from the front door of the old place?
I'm having three house guests this weekend, and I haven't even vacuumed, yet, let alone gone to the grocery store. Help.