ah, public transit...

so i was knitting a sock on the uptown bus today and this rather large woman came ambling down the aisle with a large translucent bag and sat down directly across from me. i removed my earphones and said, "did you get that at the shop over two blocks west?" and she was all, "hell no, they're way too expensive there. i order online." i agreed.
we then chatted about the blanket she was making. pink, purple, and white baby blanket. apparently for a ginormous baby. her coworkers are breeding like randy rabbits and she's trying to keep up. and she's knitting them all sweaters, hats, and blankets that match! i sat back in jealousy.
apparently she just learned to knit, but has been crocheting for years. though she prefers the look of the knit, she prefers the act of crocheting. i sheepishly admitted that i didn't know how to crochet, but it seemed like cheating since you only had one stick. then she pointed out the four i was holding and i had to admit that looked equally puzzling.
now, this conversation is not odd to knitters, but the bus, they were baffled! we chatted amiably using terms they did not know, from swatches to fiber content to ribbing and cabling patterns to sites on the interweb. ah the awe. it's luffly.

i am a boy who knits. large black women on the bus love me. loudly. i do not get this, but it seems to hold true. i love them too.