This time on my train journey home. Now I don't actually have to keep an eye on every stitch I make and in this case I was knitting in the round with a ribbed pattern, so I had the leisure to look around the carriage.
Of course as I am in the UK there were a few sidelong glances and then I was seriously ignored. People were far too busy and important to notice anything like a sock - except for three guys. One who kept leaning over (rather precariously I thought) to get a better look at what I was up to, the second spent 30mins glaring at me (srsly every time I looked up he was frowning at me which seemed a little odd) and the third young man sitting opposite me who stared attentively at the knitting and only at the knitting. This was also a little disconcerting as usually people are not that interested in knitting.
More surprisingly when I got off the train he came up to me and said "I couldn't help noticing you were knitting and I was wondering what you were making."
This was just such a British thing to say as if his noticing the knitting has been some terrible intrusion on my privacy. Made me smile.