Went to early morning gym class and stayed the entire hour. Accomplishment!
It’s a fine class, with stepping and moving of weights, but the teacher plays the music so loud I want to smash my mini-barbell into the mirror right where her face is reflected.
Can I really be the only one who feels this way? In a packed class that includes 60-year old orthodox Jewish women in stretchy skirts and head-scarves? (does that make you orthodox? I don’t actually know) The teacher sounds like the teacher in a Charlie Brown TV special to me–how do the ESL speakers have any idea what’s happening? My right ear is still ringing and I don’t have any good “last night at the club” stories to tell about it.
Or maybe I’m just getting more crotchety than I realize.
And now the neighborhood gardner’s are blowing those four leaves with everything they’ve got. Maybe I should go to school early and lock myself in the script library.
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While I have never taken a gym class, I can totally relate to this. I seem to get irritated daily by someone's obnoxiously loud music. And each time I cringe a little as I remember the Rock N' Roll axiom that I used to hold so dear… "If it's too loud, you're too old." Ouch. I won't speak for you, but I'm clearly too old.