Thursday AM, I took my truck in for some recall work and an oil change. Go sit down in the waiting room and pull out my stitching - or more correctly my frogging. I had noticed this tiny old woman and her shopping bag full of stuff - a long haul wait in progress. She comes over to me to admire my work and chats. Asks where I get my supplies, etc, shows me her piece and wanders off to the bathroom. The older guy next to me stage whispers - Don't tell her I quilt, I'm going to be all day and I have to finish the work I brought with me.
I could not stop giggling!
Cheryl