A woman walks into a yarn store in the Big City on the day after Christmas and picks out four different and shiny new skeins of Noro Kureyon. As she pockets the change for the shekels given to her by her mom for the express purpose of buying more Noro for Christmas, she tells the grim and unfriendly shop keeper that she is going right home to cast on a Noro striped scarf.
Imagine her surprise when the shop keeper laughs in her face and cackles: "You and a million other uncreative people!" And her minion, a wizened toady wearing a fleece jacket in a yarn store, seconded: "that's the dullest pattern ever written!"
I wish I could say that I had the dignity to give back the yarn and ask for my money back but I did not. I really wanted that Noro and didn't have enough time to head uptown to the other unfriendly yarn store that stocks Noro. I'm pretty amazed that they just didn't wish me a Happy New Year and laugh at me when I left the store (like I would have). Because Noro or not, I am not coming back.