Monday, January 03, 2005


...means that I farted loudly in front of a packed class at the Fancy Health Club. Even though I said "oops" and "excuse me," 25 well-heeled people stayed in their pose, acting as if nothing had happened.

The magic of yoga?

Or perhaps it wasn't an eleven on the Andy Richter scale after all....


  1. Anonymous2:45 PM

    I feel your pain. many years ago, while in Upavishta Konasana A, it happened to me. The young girl in front of me turned around and said ( very loudly) "OH MY GOD!WAS THAT YOU?" I never returned to that class.

  2. I don't know. Somehow, it seems easier to bear it if it's acknowledged. It's the uncomfortable we-all-know-it-was-you-but-are-going-to-pretend-nothing-happened-while-you-sweat-it-out vibe that would turn me purple. Maybe because a comment or a glance from a class-mate would allow me the opportunity to crack a joke, which is my standard method of coping with pain. I'm just sayin'.