Tuesday, August 29, 2006

I don't want to blog about it

But I can't help myself. A man with two teeth cussed me out today - I witnessed an accident he caused, I stopped, I made the HUGE HUGE mistake of telling him what I saw (nicely) and he was absolutely out of his freaking tree mad at me. I didn't get out of the car, but the hostility was palpable. Turns out no one was injured and it wasn't a big deal but this guy was just flat-out mean.

So other than that, my Schaefer Anne sock is coming along nicely after three ! froggings. I started on a 0 with 72 stitches; frogged, recast with 80; decided fabric was too stiff; frogged back to about three round of rib and switched to a 1. It was a good decision. The sock is much better.

I've got a crib sheet about doing that arch shaping, and I'm going to knit the leg in stockinette till I can't stand it anymore. Possibly I might get an actual sock that is a decent length.

I'm going to pretend I never saw fat angry men with bad dental work, and go to a writer's night tonight. Because, dang. Y'all, I am not happy with myself.

6 Comments:

Blogger Martina said...

You did the right thing by stopping it is just too bad you had to be subjected to such anger. Glad that you didn't get out of the car!

9:12 PM  
Anonymous beverly said...

The idea of an angry two-toothed man yelling at you freaks me out. I'm glad you didn't get out of the car!

9:56 PM  
Blogger mrspao said...

Hug. Sounds like you had a terrible time.

7:57 AM  
Blogger turtlegirl76 said...

Aw, Jen. Cheer up. The next time you see an angry two-toothed man, may it be on TV. In a cartoon.

11:22 AM  
Blogger Magatha said...

It never ceases to amaze me how peeps will get out of an accident alive and in one piece and then start screaming their vitriol at the closest target. It is bizarre. You think you'd be scared silent and grateful. (Sanity assumed, of course ;-)

I was involved in a fender tapper once and one of the guys involved took my number from the accident report, called me and started screaming at me, "Why!? Why did you do it!!! Why!!!" I hung up on him, he scared the heck out of me. Later I realized he was trying to tape me "admitting" my guilt. Nothing came of it. I wasn't cited.

11:29 AM  
Blogger lorinda said...

Doing right may not always feel right (especially with obese dentally-challenged males around), but it always IS right. Glad you're safe.

4:55 PM  

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