Proof that there is a God, and that God likes Derby knitters.
In my typical chaotic workday madness, I was trying to watch the counter, order new gift cards, and finish up some arm warmers. When someone came up to the front, I set my knitting down on top of my purse, and headed to the counter. Made a mocha, came back to my desk, and tripped over my knitting, yanking the WIP and my dpn's directly in to puncture my heel. I felt the needle puncture skin, but when I pulled my sock off, saw that my derby callous on my heel had saved me from any real damage.
See? God likes derby girls! I promise to never, every, bitch about my ugly scabby derby feet again. Or at least not as much.