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Okay, it's Tuesday night. We're having a luncheon on Thursday at work to exchange gifts. I am making Mizzou-striped socks for one of my co-workers. I have one sock finished. BUT...and here's the problem...I have 68 more rows to go on the other sock!!!! Oh, no, Mr. Bill!!! And, I didn't leave the office until 9 p.m. tonight, so I haven't yet done any work on the sock tonight. Do you think I could stay home from work tomorrow to finish the sock???
And you're of no use to me right now - since you can't knit socks!!!
Marny
2 comments:
This reminds me of the "Office" episode where Michael gets a homemade oven mitt as part of the gift exchange.
But Marney, you have left us hanging on a cliff here. I keep checking to find out how the story ends, but you've left us to ponder the possible scenarios for 21 days now. What happened? Did you get the last sock finished? Did the recepient appreciate your hard work?
I have imagined too many scenarios these last 21 days. Here are my best and worse case scenarios, as I see it.
Best case scenario: you finished the sock, and the pair is a masterpiece. Your exchange recepient, being the most addictive Mizzou fan in St. Louis, is overwhelmed by artistic meaning and the quality of workmanship. Then it hits him/her - "I have a one-of-a-kind Mizzou item. I will wear these during the Cotton Bowl game, and if Mizzou thrashes Arkansas, I will claim these socks to be the sole cause, and I will wear them for every football game thereafter as they will be consecrated as the 'Lucky Mizzou Socks.'
Worse case scenario: You stay awake all night to finish the last sock. You were nodding off with nearly every stitch, and as a result, the last sock is a disaster - you didn't even spell Mizzou correctly. Now with the lack of sleep, your mind is warped and you are unable to make a sound decision. You decide to give the gift anyway - after all, it is the thought that counts, right? Your exchange recepient turns out to be very materialistic. He/she is speechless after opening their gift, which you interpret to mean that they "love it" - but you are unaware of your inability to think clearly. You are also unaware that your recepient is planning revenge, and thus you are unprepared for the payback. Your recepient is already having secret conversations with the head of next year's Holiday celebration committee, bribing the chairperson so that they are guaranteed to have you as their exchange partner for next year. "Revenge shall be mine," they mutter under their breathe as they glare at you while hiding behind the office ficus plant in the conference room where you are celebrating your seemingly hard earned accomplishment.
Do not abandon us, Marney - blog some more soon and let us know how it turned out. Stop torturing us. All the tossing and turning when I should be sleeping .... its's driving me mad ...
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