I'm a copy editor and page designer for a daily newspaper. On the days I work nights (yeah, I'm aware that sounds odd), I bring my knitting bag to work with me so I can knit on my lunch and then again after deadline, when I'm waiting for the presses to start. The other day, I was alone in the lunch room, trying to remember how many stitches I'd just purled, when one of the press guys came in to use the vending machines.
"Hey," he said, "you knitting?"
"Yeah ..." I said.
"My son does that," he said, and gave a little chuckle. "He's just like you -- always working on something. He loves to knit."
At that, he wiped his ink-stained hands on his coveralls and grabbed his can of soda from the machine, then gave me one of those knowing little smiles and headed back over to the press building. I've seen him around the building a few times since then, and he's always got a smile for me. Makes me feel kind of warm inside, like he's a part of the brotherhood by extension. Call him an ersatz father-in-law, if you will.
In any event, anyone else have a knitting at work story to share?