Where everybody knows your name but doesn't abuse it

I had a bad, awful day, as predicted by yet another accurate horoscope.

"Tension at work may drive you to the edge of a cliff today."

Fortunately, Annika was online and talked me down from the cliff, which amounted to stopping me from spending money at Knit Picks. I really should have stayed late today to finish up a bunch of stuff for a very important meeting tomorrow, but I needed to get out of the office. I needed to have a giant Green Tea Pinkberry with kiwi (and mangos, as it turned out). And yes, I needed to go where everybody knows my name. I needed my knittahs. Sachi was there!!! Yeah Sachi. We miss you. And Tami (who hasn't blogged in well over a year, or I'd link) was there, too! Golly, it was like Old Home week. Now if only Denise had been there... Just saying...

So, I came home all happy and relaxed from all the knitterly goodness and because I found someone who loves the Mini Sirloin Burgers commercial as much as I do, only to remember that it's Thursday and all the hipsters are parking on my street. Balls! I slowly drove up toward Sunset, spotted the last available space and did a quick turn-around in a driveway. When I came back down the street a homeless woman with a shopping cart full of recyclables was blocking the space. As I pulled up beside it, she waved and smiled, then moved out of the space. She had seen me turn around and saved the space for me. I was shocked and only managed a muttered, "Thank you so much." I wanted to run upstairs and bring down my recycling for her but she was already gone by the time I parked. She's a spry one. Well, thank you lovely homeless woman for making my bad, awful day end on a high note.