Stuck in Traffic

On my way home today, I was cruising along pretty good when... EEEERRRRRCCCHHH! Dead stop right before the Harbor Tunnel. After about a minute of not moving, I pulled my current knitting project out of my bag, put the car in park and knitted away. Wonder what the folks in the bus next to me must have been thinking. 25 minutes later, traffic started moving again. I'm thinking I may carry a sock project with me everywhere I go from now on.

Oh! I also want to mention the beautiful yarn shown here (I know it's dark... I didn't want to use the flash when I took the pic) SMELLS like cigarette smoke! I bought it at Sheep & Wool from the Tess' Designer Yarns booth. Tess must chain smoke while driving her goods from festival to festival. I wish I had known this before I wound the yarn up into a ball, as it could have been washed beforehand. When I knit on this thing, my hands smell like I've been rubbing ashes in my palms as an exfoliation compound.

Speaking of smoke, I work with this lady who is probably in her late 40's but looks like she's in her late 50's. She smokes. Long thick blonde hair, tanning booth leather strappy skin, and the smoker's wrinkles around her lips. You know what I mean? (she says that after every sentence). Anyway, she sits at the cube on the other side of me in the next aisle over. When she comes back from her smoke breaks, she reeks of smoke. And then she has the nerve to spray this powdery floral air freshener stuff. I don't know which makes me gag more. I sit between two other women who smoke but they never smell like that when they come back from a break! Maybe that's just the difference between someone who has smoked for 40 years and someone who has only smoked for 15. I wonder if the Mythbusters Vodka Kills Imbedded Smoke Smell test (from the paper crossbow episode) will work on this lady.