Musing of an old lady with a Crochet Addition!

As many of you might know, I crochet, almost constantly. We have had some interesting and to my sweet husband, some annoying occurrences because of this behavior, the yarn and crochet hook addictions I suffer from. One such event happened a few summers ago, we decided to head south for the Fourth of July, silly I know since it is very warm in the summers and even warmer the further south you go in our desert state. Just the same we went south, to Utah’s’ Dixie. As it was late when we arrived in town, and we hadn’t let anyone know we were coming. The doors were locked at Ryan and Lori's. It was decided that we might spend the night at the Hampton Inn, but soon found out that was not to be. The Band playing for the College holiday celebration had reserved the entire hotel and we were out of luck. They sent us across the street to the Ramada, by this time it is 1:am and we are both tired. We didn’t take our bags in, because we don’t want to be sent packing a second time in less than an hour. But our luck was changing, the Hampton staff had actually called ahead and our room was waiting for us. We headed back to the car for our bags and then returned to the lobby, and the elevator to the second floor. As the elevator door closed, I turned to say something to Don and was caught off guard as I watched the Door close on my Yarn or should I say one small blue string of yarn as it stretched out of the elevator and down the hall. I was speechless. As we reached the second floor I immediately pushed the 1st floor button and returned along the path of my errant yarn. We followed the string gathering it up as we went, down the hall, around the settee in the foyer, out through the double doors, across the drive and into the parking lot. . I had dropped my yarn just after I had picked it up, right next to the car. For anyone who may have received a blue blanket, please don’t worry about the germy parking lot, foyer and hallway, I wash every afghan before I give them away.