Where have all the knitters gone?

It's Saturday, early afternoon, and I've arrived back in St. Louis in anticipation of having a fractured tooth attended to on Monday morning by my trusty dentist. I thought I'd perform a sneak attack on the old knitting gang at Harford, so I had a friend drop me off here. And no one's here. Not one knitter! Where are the parade of regulars who come waltzing through on Saturdays? Where is the falafel crowd? Curse you all, then. I'll drink my non-fat latte and type away on my laptop like every other person in here.

Sheesh. I can go and sit in a coffee house where I don't know anyone any day of the week in Ann Arbor!