So, I had this sudden vision – something for the “in a perfect world” list:  Knitting Needle Vending Machines. 

I know.  Brilliant.  I confess that my brain – in the moment of inspiration – modeled it after cigarette machines.  (Remember those?  They are probably still legal somewhere, but I haven’t seen one in decades…)  I think because “running out to get a pair of size 7s” at an odd hour is kinda like running out to get a pack of smokes.  I can see myself desperate enough for a pair of size 7s to brave dark of night and pouring rain to drive down to the bus station if there was a Knitting Needle Vending Machine there (no one is going to do that for a Snickers bar…).  And I would be exceedingly grateful to slide in  my 10 dollar bill (cause you know the make you pay through the nose) hit the “ 10 Inch US 7” button and hear the chuck and plop as the plastic package of humble bamboo needles lands in the trough.