I <3 Good People.
So, on my way to meet some friends, I dropped a knitting needle in the crack between the subway and platform on the Metro.It was a travesty.
It was a size 3 Boye needle that was one of the two straights that I was using to make 2 needle booties for one of my two pregnant coworkers. So, instead of knitting on my way to DuPont, I read Wicked, listened to Dar Williams, and started writing this blog entry.
On the way back, with a happy tummy full of good Thai food and a coupla screwdrivers, I stopped and checked by the platform. The needle was still there and hadn't even been squashed by oncoming trains.
I asked the two station supervisors if there was anything to do to get it back, expecting to have to fill out forms and wait five days or something equally ridiculous. I pointed out where it was, very close to the platform.
Within five minutes, I had my needle back. They found a long handled broom and dustbin and swept it away. I thanked them profusely, because it was above and beyond call of duty.
I was so happy I knit all the way on the bus home.
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