But, yes, it was me. I just had to get to Panera early yesterday. I did it mostly because I wanted to have some dinner in peace, reading my book, enjoying being out. And people were sitting at either end of "our" table, which was actually okay, too, because there was another fairly large area that was empty, so I went over and spread my stuff across half a dozen seats to save them and went to the counter.
The counter was fun. Turns out the woman taking care of me was a knitter and we had a lovely conversion. Plus all the cashiers were telling me that someone had come in and asked when the knitting group met (like they actually keep track of us). I told them that we were a Monday night, 7-9 crowd. Then I followed the nice woman over to where she was making my chair tea latte (I am so hooked on those things.)
While I was waiting, I turned around, saw our area, and immediately tried to figure out how I could get my stuff and get out of there without being seen. So I kept talking to the wonderful woman making my latte and finally had to look at her and whine that I didn't want to go sit with the crazy lady and I needed rescuing.
Yes, the crazy lady from much earlier this year had shown back up. And she immediately started grilling me, which I hate hate hate hate hate. What was the name of our group? How did we know each other? How did we know when to meet? There had to be a formal name, what was it? Well, fine, then she'll just email Jamie, because Jamie's the go-to person and entirely too nice. Who was in charge? Who should she ask about the formal name? How did we know each other on Ravelry? How did we know who to friend on Ravelry?
Yes, I was VERY cranky at that point and she asked what my problem was. I managed not to say that she was, but told her that I was giving her the only answers I had and she just kept asking the same questions.
Good one was when she said that she'd seen that Jamie had moved to San Fran. Ummm... no. Jamie moved to Kansas. Last I heard they were two entirely different places.
And all this time, I'm texting Jamie and Britta telling them the crazy lady was there and I needed rescuing. And Britta came to my rescue, at which point I started talking to Britta and trying to ignore the crazy lady, although I did occasionally direct a remark in her direction. As I already knew, I really don't want to talk to people I don't like and go to any number of lengths to not talk to people I don't like.
And why don't like I like her? She's one of those people who wants something for nothing, to the point of wanting you to give her things that you've paid for and when she saw someone's stitch markers, talked about how pretty they were and how she couldn't afford pretty stitch markers. Yeah, the last set I bought was on Etsy and cost me less than $12 (including shipping) for 20 of them. It's just like I say about yarn. You can buy cheap yarn from Knit Picks or you can buy good yarn cheap from Lisa Souza.
Now that the crazy lady has moved to the area, I won't be going to Panera early on Monday night any time soon.
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