"Muscle memory," the dude says. "You are like the Barry Bonds of cross-stitch."
And you know, I am, right down to the steroids...but I take them so I can breathe. (And sometimes for immunosuppression.)
Speaking of baseball, my coworker and I have our tickets to the Phillies' Stitch n Pitch. Yay!
Just FYI on the flying with scissors thing: the TSA maintains a list. Scissors are the only sharps you can carry on. You still have to check the throwing stars, billy clubs, cattle prods, and lacrosse sticks. Cattle prods. Now there's an idea for getting people to stay in their damn seats!