Wait. This *doesn't* scream "yoga" to you?
Remember that tubby kid in in sixth grade gym class who accidentally farted when the class did sit-ups?
Yep. Well, I’m here to tell you: he’s now 45-years-old and occupied the mat next to me at yoga tonight.
We started the class by warming up with some toe touches – and I heard him fart. I wish I was more mature, but instead, I snuck a peek around the room, trying to make eye contact so I could lift my eyebrows with a “did-you-hear-that-shit?” kind of look on my face. Alas, the other women were more mature.
Miraculously, I held it together. (Perhaps because no one was encouraging me to behave like I was ten.)
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