The start of an ordinary day in our knitting shop gave us no clue that it would be the funniest day of the year. My first customer, an old, heavy set bald man, walked up to my counter and presented me with a small pink knitted cap. Long pink satin ribbons dangled raggedly down its sides. In a high staccato voice interrupted by occasional neck grimaces, he asked that we knit a new cap just like his old one for his sleeping comfort. Choking back my surprise that the female-looking article belonged to him, I proceeded to write down his instructions on our order pad.
This pad contained a top white copy for the office, a yellow copy for the ordering department and a pink copy to go to the worker that would knit the item. A week later, we called the customer that his order was ready. He soon arrived the next day. His sales person, Anna, showed him his new pink sleeping cap and asked if he liked the work. He picked it up and examined it carefully. Then he asked her if she could place it on his head and tie the ribbons under his chin to see if it fit. Suppressing a wild inclining to laugh, Anna placed it on his head and while tying the bow under his chin, she had to bite her lips to keep from laughing. Her manager noticed her red face and quickly moved her to stand behind the old man to complete the bow. Finally, the customer accepted the new cap, paid and left the store.
The next day the office got a call from the customer's wife irately complaining about a message on the pink slip that was in the bag with the new and old cap. She soon arrived at the store waving the offending pink slip angrily. On the order slip, which by the way was not to go to the customer, was written in pencil, " Smell this ." Underneath this in pen was added. " Yeah, it could knock you out!" Evidentually, a sales person, seeing the cap, wrote the comment to the knitter as a joke and the knitter replied in kind. Well, the store manager was not amused and called the girl responsible into the office. A quick reaming out did not deter the girls from reciting the affair and giggling uncontrollably. Before the door to the office closed, Anna noticed a wry smile on the face of the manager. For the next twenty years, just the words, 'pink cap' would bring back the experience for another good laugh.