I grew up in various spiritual/religious homes and generally I try to follow the 'do unto others . . . ' concept so that I don't slip down the 'raving total hag' slope faster than I want to. Usually it works out pretty well--some Random Person prancing on my very last nerve gets a smile to brighten their day or a pleasant word of encouragement and thinks that I am a 'nice' or 'sweet' person when what I really want to do is ram my foot up Somebody's arse.
Okay, that was a little extreme, but I work hard at controlling my temper, so give me some kind of props here for not acting on it like a 3 year old. And usually I AM a nice and/or sweet person. Usually. I offer as Exhibit 1 through 647450 the sheer number of 'stay sweet' comments in my 4 school yearbooks as proof.
Plus I'm seriously burning the candle on both ends, so I'm allowed to be internally cranky.
Anywho, while I was in MO last month I found this really great store called Hobby Lobby that was this megastore the size of a superWalmart but this crazy blend of Kirklands, Michael's, JoAnn Fabrics, and Ben Franklin--a hobbyist's dream! I kid you NOT, I swear I heard a chorus of angels singing when I walked through the doors. I immediately convinced myself that I MUST buy something because Xmas was a mere 3 months away and I needed an excuse to purchase ANYTHING. Thus, I found myself in the yarn isle drooling over a variety and class of yarns that I just can't find at home without driving 50 mi east or overpaying for shipping.
Scarves needs must be knit, I say!
They had these really great bamboo yarns that were soft as cashmere, and I nabbed the very last skein of a silver grey to add to my collection of specialty yarns I do not have time to play with; even though I pretend I buy it for potential gifts, ultimately i know it'll end up some kind of creation I'll keep for myself. Intentionally lying to myself can't qualify me for Not Nice . . . (I don't even think it counts as a mortal sin or whatever Catholics call breaking the Big 10) . . .
. . .but while I was strolling around scoping out more potential me-gifts with a few skeins of this bamboo yarn gently lolling in my little basket, two women came rushing in with a partially finished scarf or something in the exact same silver grey and I knew what they were there for . . . that last skein I had nabbed for myself!
High alert! Code red, code red! Warning Will Robinson . . . WARNING!!
Sure enough, desperation ensued, and ultimately they consoled themselves with waiting for the next shipment. While my inner spoiled child was jumping up and down shouting "it's mine! it's mine! nah, nah, naaaah!" I saw one of them notice the prize in my shopping basket.
Do not make contact! Ignore them, you were not paying attention to their private conversation and have no idea what their purpose in this same exact aisle is . . .
. . .but they never asked me about it. By this time I'd added several more skeins of different things and any project knitter would have known straight off that I didn't have anything special I was buying all this yarn for (I'd also found the sock yarns--I think I grabbed about 6 different kinds/colors). I didn't volunteer THE skein, they didn't ask, though if they had i would have given it up willingly because I didn't need it . . .I just WANTED it. Officially qualifying for Not Nice at this point, btw, but also touching on I Don't Giva.
And so I left, taking with me my prize, and wondering how their Unfinished Project is progressing. Mwahahahaha!!
I am an evil, eeevil person and should probably be flogged. (shrugs) Eh, whaddevuh.
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