Anyway. Saturday on the way to a memorial service I picked up another row (8?) at Bee Happy Quilt shop in Union City. My dad almost drove by the place because he said all it looked like was used cars. How he missed the quilt patches every where on the signage, I will never know and my frenetic and insistent 'turn now, turn now'...
Dad: 'But it's not here'
Me: 'don't you see the quilt patches every where!?'
Dad: 'this isn't a quilt shop its a used car lot.'
Mom (in the back seat): 'that's because you can't see the signs, dear.'
Dad(who still thinks he knows): 'but it's a used car--'
'JUST STOP THE CAR!!!'
After we've pulled in and there was slight grumbling from grumpus, Dad says: 'Oh. Well, I guess they do have a sign and a quilt out front. But it still looks like a used car lot.'
I guess this says two things, about quilters and this shop.
Also, all I'm asking for is a little trust. That's all. Just a little trust that when I say stop the car, there's no argument concerning my apparent level of reason and intelligence.