You know how some things in the Guinness Book of World Records are cooler than others? Like it's better to be known as the World's Tallest Man instead of the Woman who slept in a box with the most amount of scorpions or something (and yes, I'm making that up - I hope! and have nothing against people who want to sleep in a box with scorpions, it's just not my thing...)
ANYWAY... I think I should qualify for the Knitter's Book of World Records after my feat today. What did I do, you're asking? Well, I went to the LYS at lunch (you should probably brace yourselves here, maybe have a little drink of your adult beverage of choice just to be safe). I got to the yarn store. I went in. I went STRAIGHT to the stitch markers. I picked out the ones I needed. I bought them and left. That's it. That's all. No checking out the yarn, no petting the yarn. No letting any colors on the big pretty back wall catch my eye. I think I was in there for all of a minute and a half. Seriously. AND I paid with a sadly crumpled $5 bill and got change back.
How does this relate to the Guinness Book of World Records I brought up earlier? Well, because I think while still amazing (and slightly freakish) this feat was... it's not "World's Tallest Man" cool.