Back in the steam room: It's my moment of quiet, a time to retreat inwardly to recharge my spiritual batteries. I look forward to being alone for once in my entire day.
But wait! She is in my private steamy sanctuary. I cannot feel free to do my diaphragmatic breathing with my gut ballooning outwards if she is here too. I cannot inhale super slowly without inhibition because now I must wonder if she thinks I'm some sort of heavy breathing weirdo. She is disturbing my inner equilibrium which I have worked hard (2 days at 5 minutes each) to obtain. Did I mention that her skinny butt is at least 15 years younger than mine?
In this already clausterphobic space the size of a walk-in closet, she is doing knee bends, squats, and lunges.
"Do you mind?! I'm spiritually growing here!"
For some reason, she leaves.
I resume: "I am a loving, spiritual person, in harmony with all creation . . ."
1 comment:
This is hilarious!!!!
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