As I rolled my enormous suitcase along the corridor of the conference centre, a security guard stopped me.
“Can I help you?”
“No, I’m fine. I think the room I’m looking for is just down this way.”
“You’re with the knitting group, then?” he asked.
Knitting? Hah. Imagine a group of middle-aged women spending an entire weekend congregated together. And knitting. Sounds like a wild and crazy weekend of glam times, doesn’t it?
I turned around and headed back to the front desk and asked, “Can you tell me where the scrapbooking group is located?”
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