This morning I grabbed my backpack and went inside the truckstop for some breakfast. I had planned to knit a bit while waiting for my food and pulled my knitting out of the pack.
As I was at the point where I needed to cable
I unzipped the front pocket of the pack to retrieve the DPN I am using to do the cables. I couldn’t find it in there although that is where I always put it. I searched and search in that pocket, which isn’t very big. Scissors, vitamins, arthritis pills, and assorted odds and ends, but no DPN.
I figured I must have forgotten to put it back in there when I finished knitting last night.
When I got back to the truck the DPN wasn’t on the dash where I’d placed it while knitting last night. Hmmmm.
I opened the backpack pocket again and there it was, plain as day, just laying there inside the pocket.
How in the world do needles manage to do such a good job of hiding like that? It must be a magical DPN or something.
I felt like a real dolt.