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Today I'm in a (far) Western suburb for work. To make the experience more palatable, I plan a visit to a nearby yarn shop for the way home. I've never been there before, and from what I've read on line, they carry lots of things I like. It's their customer knit night, and one person, who I think was an owner, was working the store. She spoke to me briefly, then moved on as I browsed. I spotted some of my favorite cashmere in the sale room, and took seven hanks. I waited by the register to pay. Waited some more while the owner gushed in the lounge area about one of her favorite books. Started to get embarrassed after I waited nearly ten minutes. There was a table full of knitters next to me. No one spoke to me. Like I was an interloper that didn't belong there. I don't think any one noticed when I left without making a purchase. Now as Chicago yarns shops can tell you, when Corinne walks into a yarn shop, usually some transaction takes place. Often for more than originally intended (this may need to be curtailed if my work situation changes). But I like to be chatted up. I like to be made to feel welcome. I waited in that shop tonight long enough to realize that I didn't need More Yarn. I won't be going back to that store again. As Arcadia, Knitting Workshop, Montoya Fiber Studio, and Knit One can attest, they made a mistake.