Working at a yarn store has all sorts of perks. I've learnt a lot about knitting, and improved my confidence. I have also met some nice people, and invited them to join my crafting group. And then there are the completely unexpected perks . . .

Yesterday, a young woman, about my age, came into the store. I helped her choose some yarn, and gave her some advice about knitting needles. When she came to buy her items, we got to chatting, and it turns out that she is a Canadian, here for work. As I was ringing in her purchases, my co-worker came back into the store, and mentioned that there were lots of AC-DC fans about the city (there was a concert on Thursday, another tonight). I asked what an AC-DC fan looks like, how they are different than normal people, and she replied that there was just a huge number of band t-shirts on display. At this point, the customer spoke up "I work for AC-DC!"

Turns out, she is the production manager (I think?). She said that she is basically the "mother duck" and is responsible for arranging all the catering, on-site transportation and arranging to get all sorts of stuff that is needed last minute. My co-worker then went on to say how she would have loved to go to the concert, to take her son that had just started to listen to the music. She would love to meet the band, ask Angus why he cut his hair . . . I don't know much about the group, so I just nodded my head. The customer rummaged through her back and commented "I've brought the wrong purse! Normally I have picks in my bag, but they are in the other one, sorry!" As she left, my co-worker jokingly called out "If you come back tomorrow, bring your other bag!"

About half an hour later, I was in the back, eating my sandwich, when I hear the distinctive Canadian accent again. The customer had returned, with tickets for the concert for my co-worker! I was so excited for her that I went out to congratulate her, only to be given my own set of four tickets! My first reaction was "you"re joking!" followed quickly by excitement! I called James to let him know about our new plans for tonight, and he didn't believe me! I had to pass the phone over to the customer so that she could convince him that it was legit!

Moral of the story: It's good to be Canadian!