Before we went to the hospital tonight, I took the knitting bag with me as I knew it would be a long waiting time to get to finally see a doctor. Hence I was quite prepared.

In the waiting room, opposite to where we were sitting, there was a family of 3… a grandmom aged lady, her husband and their son. The family looked very friendly and we reckon the lady and her husband were around 80s, apparently a different generation from mine.

But guess what? Since I took out my gears and started knitting, I began to get the most friendly smiles and warmest look from this nanny. She was extremely nice to me, trying to say something from the across. She smiled at me all the time, showing obvious preference. My god, she must be fond of me for some reason.

Then several hours later before this family finally walker out the hospital after having seen a doctor, this lady came over and kissed me on one of my cheeks, called me “darling” and gently said “good night”. I was extremely thrilled and flattered….had to sit there thinking what was going on to gain some total stranger such a favour.

Then I had to ask the question, “Do I look like a grandma killer just because I knit?”