Party Time

In yoga, our very brief water/rest break comes early in class. It's a few moments of bliss that our teachers refer to as "party time."

Last week, I forgot my water bottle and had to buy one at the studio, which is what most students use. As I was hovering in the tiny, crowded entry way at the end of another grueling, sweat-dripping session, trying to put my shoes on, I knocked a picture off the door with my bulky bag. I was a bit annoyed about this, because a guy was sitting on the bench right there, flipping through a book, and he didn't shove over to give me extra room to move. It would have been easy for him to do so. I found a little space to put my stuff down and scrambled around to right the picture, and when I stood up, the bench guy had grabbed my water bottle.

"Um, I think that's mine," I said.

"Huh, are you sure?" he replied. "Because I set mine down here, and I don't know where else it would be."

"Yes, I'm pretty sure it is," I assured him hastily. And, we both took a quick look around the bench.

"Hey, isn't that your bottle there in your bag?" he said, rather snottily, with an accusing point.

Er...

Yes, it was. So embarrassing. I stammered out an apology. He strode off, and I skulked out to my car.