Friday Funny

I finally made time to shoot the quilts at the capitol, now that they'll be up only one more week. I boarded a really early train and arrived at the capitol just after the sun peeked over the horizon. Hardly anyone anywhere. I was lovin' the solitude.

When I reached the entrance of the Colorado State Capitol, I noticed a sign stating business hours are 7:30 to 5. Good ol' budget cuts. I had more than half an hour to wait. But I just happened to have my handy dandy crochet bag. I'd worked on a miniature brown bear on the train. Now would be the perfect time to finish him. I opted to lean against the wall of the entrance stairway instead of sitting on a bench because I have to sit all day at work. Standing would be a pleasant break from the long daily work routine.

I worked away for what felt like half an hour. I checked the time on my camera, saw that I still had more than 15 minutes to wait, and continued happily stitching away until I suddenly was approached by a state police officer.

"Ma'am," he said loudly from across the parking lot as he made his way toward me, "what are you doing?"

"I'm waiting to see the quilts," I casually answered, looking up from my work.

"The what?" He was now arm's length distance from me, and I couldn't help but notice his hand was positioned precariously above his holster.

"I'm waiting to see the quilts," I repeated, still crocheting but not looking at what I my fingers were doing.

He stopped, cocked his head, stared at me for a minute, then asked one more time, for good measure, "What are you doing?"

"I'm waiting to see the quilts. The quilts inside? Quilts at the Capitol?" I was still crocheting, just not as fast as I can go when I'm looking at what I'm doing.

He hesitated briefly, then informed me the building would not be open to the public until 7:30.

"Thank you," I said, looking back down at my work to make sure I hadn't skipped a stitch. (I didn't.)

He decided the woman who had parked in a reserved and well-labeled legislator's spot just a hundred feet or so away was more of a threat than I was and was audibly interrogating her within nanoseconds.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm armed and dangerous!" I thought to myself. "I have a hook, and I know how to use it!"

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