Ugh. I'm at my eyeglasses appointment, and Spite Glasses Lady is here. I still don't like her.
The receptionist is a fucking delight. Im crocheting, and she asked, "ooh, what are you making?" and I geeked out a bit about my current project to her, and then got back to it.
Then SGL came in, saw me crocheting, and said, "oh, are you knitting that for me?"
No. FUCK NO. Don't do that, y'all. Never. It isn't funny to any fiber artist anywhere ever. It's like saying "if there's no price tag on it that means it's free, right?" to a retail worker. It's a schmucky thing to do. Don't be a schmuck.











