Bus Report #568

A crowded 22 Fillmore bus on a cold Tuesday night.
My seatmate in the aisle seat was working on a knitting project: a red sweater in an intricate design.
My stop was coming up so I turned to her and said, "I don't want to interrupt your work but I'm getting out next stop."
She smiled and said thanks. She finished her row and tucked her work back into her bag. She noticed my scarf, a green wool ribbed scarf I'd just finished making the weekend before.
"That's beautiful," she said.
"Oh, thanks," I said. "It's not as fancy as your work, but you know, it's warm."
"Mind if I..?" She reached over and touched the bottom of the scarf. "Oh wow, that's soft."
"I think it's alpaca," I said. "But I don't remember."