So I was driving home from work today...and I almost ran over a Tech student. He wasn't looking and stepped right into the road (I wasn't on campus) in front of my car. If I had not slammed on the breaks with both feet and been driving a brilliantly designed German performance vehicle...he would be pushing up daisies right now. And what would happen to me then? I wouldn't stop knitting in prison, if that's where you're going with that. I'd fill my cell up with charity prison yarn and fend off Diesels with my filed down metal Boye needles. I'd trade darning needles for stitch markers. You block my lace shawl, B@#$%, and I'll seam up your Fair Isle Bohus! I'd get a tatoo on my upper arm of a skull and needles...something like this...
The day I would get out of the joint, I'd be wearing my crocheted Homespun poncho. I'd turn to the guard on the way out and flip her off with my thimbled middle finger. I'd play hackey sac with a ball of Cascade Fixation to my getaway car(a beat up Buick), driven by my unemployed son, now 35, with his 3 runny nosed kids in the back (3 different Mothers). Life could have taken another strange turn today...But the Tech student just kept on walk'in, oblivious, never knowing what could have just happened and the future that passed before my eyes...
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