Yesterday I heard the most amazing thing out of my Beloved's mouth. My Beloved is not a knitter, he couldn't tell a knit stitch from a purl stitch and could care less about the finer points of turning a short row heel.
He was in his dentist's office yesterday and noticed a woman knitting while she waited for her appointment. Of course I had to ask what she was knitting, expecting sock, scarf, sweater piece for the answer. Instead, what I got was "I don't know, but it was crappy yarn with big needles, not like the good stuff you use. It'd probably make your hands itch." I laughed out loud. My man is a yarn snob.
I bet he caught it from me.