ANYWAY... So I'm taking a sock knitting class. And it's not at all a grandmotherly sock knitting class; it's a pretty hipster-heavy group and it takes place in a very hipster-friendly shop. I wasn't at a Quaker knitting bee; I wasn't in a church basement with a group of mild-mannered lady parishioners. Know your audience, right? And that's why I'm still surprised this joke went so awry.
Instructor: My dad can knit two mittens at the same time, one inside the other. I'm pretty sure he's the only person who can do that.
Me: Your dad knits? Wow. My dad reads the paper and drinks. I suppose we all have our hobbies.
Crickets. Slight nervous laughter.
Seriously, people? Nothing?