I'm one of those young women you see crocheting on the train, the subway, the passenger seat of my boyfriends car, in the waiting room at the mechanics, just about anywhere I can get away with it. So of course, I was busily hooking it on the metro today, hooking as in crocheting, not the other hooking, when a man sitting next to me just could not stop coughing. As I was envisioning his cough germs invading my air space and being inhaled into my lungs, he suddenly took a break from coughing to remark that he'd never seen anyone knitting on the Metro before. I didn't correct him, I smiled politely and said, Oh I do it all the time, it's a nice way to pass the time. Then directly put my eyes back on my project hoping he wouldn't talk to me again. But he did. He asked if I made the hat I was wearing and I replied that I had and he said it looked very nice. I replied with a polite smile and a thank you and directly put my eyes back on my project and he continued with his coughing attack and reading his book. As I reflected on this exchange it occured to me that such an instance was the reason I had just printed out a hundred business cards and stored them in my new business card holder from www.sweetheartsinner.etsy.com and that I had just let an opportunity to promote my shop to a complete stranger slip through my fingers! D'oh!