If I had it to do over again…I probably wouldn’t.
I was one of hundreds, no thousands, who descended on Hilltop Yarn on Saturday for their Fire Sale – 50% off EVERYTHING.
As I drove there I contemplated the 1-hour parking spots.
As I drove past, I saw the line that was most of the way down the block, ten minutes before opening.
Well, I was already there.
I started laughing, as I walked past the entire line to get to the end.
Wish I hadn’t drank so much coffee.
The line began to move, it kept moving. And moving.
They let EVERYONE in! It was packed.
I stood in the doorway and momentarily considered the wisdom of going into a building that was jammed well beyond fire code. Then a space opened between two bodies. Of course I wasn’t going to let those knitters get ALL the yarn.
In I went.
Well, what do you know? All those years of abusing my ears and whatevah at rock concerts paid off. I knew how to get through a crowd.
But it was already slim pickin’s.
I got a couple of balls of cracksilk in blackcurrant, I think I was lucky to get that. I also snagged three hanks of Debbie Bliss Pure Silk, two in ecru and one in black.
I turned around and got a sinking feeling (no, it wasn’t the floor collapsing, though the thought had crossed my mind).
“Is this the checkout line?”
Though the pile of people I was looking at could hardly be called “a line”. It was a room completely full of people all facing west – the direction of the next room with the cash registers and beyond that the front door.
Sigh. I’m not sure, but I think it was about forty minutes later when I got out.
There were jokes, there was camaraderie and balls of yarn being passed and even tossed across the room…and there was some trying of patience, though no one lost their temper or manners, that I saw anyway.