So I was in my office knitting a pair of underwear (shut up, I’m fulfilling a dream).
In comes a client, so I set them aside, and prepare their taxes. We’re getting along quite well, laughing and sharing common enemies (i.e. Springville city council). At the end of the interview, client asks if that is a ball of yarn behind me. “Yes,” I blithely reply, thinking nothing of it.
“Can I see what you’re making?”
Terror! Embarrassment! I handed over the half-made undies, and put on a smiling face. The client looks perplexed and asks what it is. I say that I haven’t decided yet.
“It looks like a dinosaur’s head.” Says the client’s daughter. I reply that that’s what it must be, then.