Some people don’t have a sense of humor in Yoga class.

I was off to Yoga class armed with a fierce determination to stay focused during the whole class. I was raring to go, equipped with the mandatory (and may I add, cool) yoga kit:

A sticky pink yoga mat—sticky as in sticks to the wooden floor. Not sticky as in—when a person smuggles in a smoothie instead of water inside their water bottle and said smoothie is accidentally knocked over.

Two blocks—used to lean on, not to build a little bridge for any tiny ants that may have slipped into the room.

A bandage—don’t ask, it’s rather complicated.

A chiropractor on speed dial—–you can ask, but you won’t believe it.

My mind was in focus mode. My gear was all organized and I sat and waited for the Yogini to start the class.

I noticed Yogini got new tattoos on her arms. She now had what they called sleeves on each arm.

That must have hurt like a mother…wait, don’t let mind wander…stay focused.

 I looked out the window in front of me, instead of trying to figure out what Yogini’s new tattoos symbolized.

As everyone was getting themselves organized, Yogini looked around and commented that there were many new faces.

Yogini has great powers of observation, because I hadn’t noticed any new members, but then again, I keep to myself in these classes…being an introvert and all.

Yogini asked if anyone had any questions before we started.

As you probably have all experienced, there’s always someone in any class that takes this question literally. Their expression usually looks like a question mark at all times.

Sure enough, the lady on my left raised her hand.

Cripes, lady, we’re not in school, just ask already. I have meditating and focusing to get into.

Yogini nodded to her and Ms. Question Mark started off by gushing on how much she loved Yogini’s methods and how this was the best class and…that’s when I. Checked. Out.

I thought about what I wanted to accomplish today, mentally making a check list.

That done, I focused on Yogini’s arms and her new tattoo’s, trying to figure out what they were.

There were stars (I think), a dinosaur (I think) and an upside down cross (I think).

One thing I did know for sure was that they were all the same color in different shades.


The thing that looked like a dinosaur was a neon blue…okay, not neon, but I’d never seen a tattoo that bright.

The color reminded me of the Smurfs.

I know what you’re thinking; how do dinosaurs and Smurfs compute?

The Yoga studio is across the street from the movie complex and through one window I could see the huge posters advertising movies.

The Smurf Movie.

This got me thinking.

Should the Smurfs be a kid’s movie?

Think about it.

There’s a village filled with boy Smurfs, baby Smurf and Papa Smurf. Then you have Smurfette.

This is where it gets dicey…who is Baby Smurf’s baby daddy?

Hollywood needs to reevaluate what is deemed appropriate for children.

Ms. Question Mark interrupted my deep thoughts, when she said, “Thanks for the explanation.”

“As I said,” Yogini answered. “It’s nothing to worry about. It’s common and in time, it will pass.”

Huh? What’s common? What will pass?

Now, I’m curious.

“I sure hope so,” the woman with the matching Lululemon yoga outfit, mat and water bottle said. “We were talking about this before class, because it also happens to me.”

Ms. Lululemon smiled at Ms. Question Mark (BFF’s for sure), proud they talked about this. Whatever the hell this was.

“It was a good question,” Yogini said, and glanced around the room. “Anyone else find this a problem?”

I looked around and it seemed everyone was nodding. 

Should I nod as well? Shit, what should I do? I’ll stand out if I don’t nod. I’ll be the only one who doesn’t find whatever the hell this is a problem if I don’t nod.

Dammit, why didn’t I pay attention? Damn Smurfs, it’s all their fault.

I don’t go in for sheep mentality, but I didn’t want Yogini to think I wasn’t paying attention. Again.

So, not only did I nod, I enthusiastically said, “Yes. It’s a real pain in the ass when that happens, isn’t it?” And smiled at Ms. Question Mark to let her know I understood her problem. (Which of course I had no frickin’ clue)

Ms. Question Mark shot me such a filthy look, that if looks could kill, I’d be crossing over toward the white light.

The Yogini said, “Oh, it’s the first time I ever heard that it caused pain.”

I kid you not; I heard a collective gasp and then more than a few people laugh.

Oh, shit, what the hell did I admit to?

Yogini then looked concerned. “We can discuss this in private after class.”

Yeah, like that’s going to happen. I’m running the hell out of here after class.

Some people were still chuckling and it was beginning to piss me off.

Well, actually, I was super pissed at myself for not having more patience to listen to Ms. Question Mark’s query.

Yogini asked us all to settle down and then started the class. “Close your eyes. Clear your mind. Inhale deeply. Hold your breath in for 60 seconds and focus your energy at the third eye and mentally chant ‘Ohmmmm.’”

What the hell is a third eye? Maybe that’s what they were asking about? How the hell do I chant Ohmmm, when I’m holding my breath for sixty seconds?

I know I live in the State of Confusion when attending these classes, but today I was residing in The Universe of Confusion.

I closed my eyes and chanted, “Ohmmmm…”

“Not out loud,” Ms. Question Mark said. “She said mentally chant.”

Then she clicked her tongue as if I was annoying her.

“Chant this.” (Did I say that out loud?)

“Take in your breaths from your core,” Yogini said. “Then slowly exhale.” 

The BBF’S were really into this.

Ms. Lululemon sounded like she was starring in a porn flick.

Ms. Question Mark was going at it so loud that I was sure she’d be needing a cigarette after class (or chocolate covered jelly beans—because you know not everyone smokes after a good…..O….Ohhhmmm).

The lady next to Ms. Lululemon, kept turning around, staring at me, looking like she had a hard time keeping a straight face.

Why? I have no clue. I swear I did not express the above mentioned thoughts about the BFF’s out loud.

Yogini then instructed us to slowly stand and turn to the left.

As I did this, Ms. Question Mark turned her head and whispered, “I was asking a serious question about flatulence. You didn’t have to be sarcastic with your pain in the ass remark.”


That’s what she was asking about?

Okay, let me stop here for a minute.

Those of you who know me, know that I can not, will not ever; say, type or even want to read the four-letter “F” word used for flatulence (it’s one of my quirks), much less participate in a discussion about it.

O.M.G. I said it was a pain in the ass!

I did not respond to Ms. Question Mark, except to indicate that she should turn to face the wall.

We were instructed to bend over slowly and walk our hands in front and be mindful of the person in front of us.

While doing this, I remembered the tail end of the conversation and Yogini’s answer of, “This too shall pass.”

I burst out laughing. Well, not the loud burst of laughter. The quiet laugh.

“It’s not funny,” Mrs. Question Mark said.

Obviously, I failed at the quiet laugh, since she heard me.

“It happens to many of us here,” Ms. Question Mark said. “Before class we were discussing it and we wanted to know when it would stop.”

“Doesn’t happen to me,” I said.

“Aren’t you special?”

Cripes, lady, how the hell do you pass anything with that stick up there, anyway? Lighten up.

“I apologize,” I said. “I was pretending to know what you were all talking about, because I wasn’t paying attention. I had no clue what the question was.”

“Right,” she said.

Now I’m wondering why didn’t Yogini tell her to shush it, like she does to me when I accidentally hum along with the irritating, supposedly soothing music? Just so you know, I think I jazz up that annoying music so people don’t fall asleep.

“Will you stop giggling,” Ms. Question Mark said.

“I’m facing your behind for this pose and you don’t find any of this funny?”

“No,” she said. “I don’t.”

“Okay, I’ll stop,” I said. “And I really am sorry. Can I buy you a smoothie after class to make up for it?”

“No thanks, just stop laughing. It isn’t funny.”

Seriously? She doesn’t find this funny?

I’m apologizing to her butt after the question she asked, and she can’t see the humor in this?

We continued with the poses, and I really did pay attention and managed not to fall over.

We were standing, doing the eagle pose, when the air in the room changed…as in…someone needs to open a window.

And fast.

The elderly woman in front of Ms. Question Mark turned and gave us both a wide smile and said, “See, when you get to be my age, you don’t question it or give a damn. Now that I’ve cleared out your sinuses, do some yoga and stop your yammering.”

Her friend (elderly woman number two) beside her nodded in agreement.

Elderly Woman Number Two obviously didn’t give a damn either.

It was like being plunked in the middle of that scene from Blazing Saddles.

Elderly Woman Number two cranked up a smile and said, “Breathe in ladies.”




31 responses to “Some people don’t have a sense of humor in Yoga class.”

  1. ROFL!!! What a class, Selena! 😉 Can’t wait to see what you observe (or not) the next time class convenes 😀


    1. Thanks, Fedora. I attend four times per week, so I think I’m doing pretty good with concentrating…..mostly….and not getting into a verbal ping pong match with some who take it too seriously. LOL


  2. Yikes! You made my day! I’ve been up since 7:00 am, and have spent 2-3 hours in the library every day this week. You had me falling out of my chair for this blog! Thank you!


    1. You’ve fallen, but you did get up, right? LOL Glad to bring some laughter into your life. 🙂


  3. ROFLMAO literally bwahhaha – thanks for the laughs! Some people have no sense of humor!


    1. Thanks, Catslady. Well, thankfully I think there are more of us who can laugh at ourselves. The stick-wearers are far and few….at least that’s what I want to believe.


  4. Hahahahaha, that is just hilarious! And if it’s true it’s even better. So you do yoga, eh? Great! and double great you have such fun in class, never loose your sense of humour.


    1. Thanks, Lucy. All my adventures I post on the blog about yoga, our erotic garden, our trips (I fell into a cactus plant…long story that’s on this blog), my book signing adventure, conversations with my husband and my interaction with telemarketers….all true. Those who have the good fortune (or maybe not so good fortune LOL) to hang out with me, have plenty of stories of my mis-adventures, but I must keep some mystery 😉


      1. Shoot! Selena, I must dash over to your blog and read more!


        1. Thank you. 🙂 Self deprecating humor keeps me sane. LOL


  5. Selena, you are one funny lady. I chuckled all the way through this. 🙂


  6. I love your yoga stories!!! At least you didn’t say “Better out than in” a la “Shrek” in his explanation for loud belching. 😀 See, now you will think not only of Smurfs but Shrek at your next class. You’re welcome. I look forward to your Shrek musings during yoga. 😀 LOL!


    1. Thanks, Colleen! LOL @Shrek reference.


  7. Lmfao OMG you just made my day Selena. I am sorry some people have no sense of humor. She really does need someone to pull that stick out of her ass. I will know never look at the Smirf again with a straight face.


    1. Thanks, Kelly, you made my day by saying I made your day. 🙂



    OMG! I can’t stop laughing! BWAHAHAHAHAHA

    I will never be able to go to a yoga class. All I would be doing is LMAOOOO!

    Good luck on your next yoga adventure. Just make sure you tell us all about it. 😉


    1. Thanks, CG. Every time I go to Yoga I think of you! LOL

      Of course I’ll tell you about it, just to prove how serious, and timid and reserved I am. 😉


  9. LOL! Hilarious post! “This to shall pass” Bahahaha!!! Oh, boy. I’m not into yoga classes, but individual yoga – *But* I may have to reconsider and show up at this class sometime just for the entertainment. Lol.


    1. Thanks, Laurie. I came out of no-Tech weekend, just to chat with you gals….well, that….and Mr. Rugged is out running with the dog. I don’t run, because I just don’t want to black eyes. 🙂

      It would be a blast to have you all at Yoga class with me. I bet you’d all get into more trouble, and then I would look so innocent.


  10. I am in my family room as son and theHubs are watching football trying desperately not to roar in laughter! I want to take Yoga with you.

    Mrs. Question Mark needs to relax and then maybe she won’t have a problem!

    Love the Blazing Saddles ladies.

    gotta know what did Mr. Rugged say?


    1. Thanks, Kame.

      Mr. Rugged said: “Smuggling smoothies, corrupting the Smurfs, and apologizing to someone’s ass. And you wonder why I call you Lucy?”

      He also said, he doesn’t believe they used the word “flatulence.” He believes they used the word I can’s say or type.

      And he’s right, I will NOT say it or type it…but they did use the word flatulence.


  11. LMAO!! Selena, You know I would have paid good money to see you carry on a conversation with someone else’s butt. She needs to loosen up, well, not too much. Great post. 🙂


    1. Thanks, Heidi. You and Mr. Rugged have the same thought, he said he would pay to watch that.

      LOL @ loosening up!


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  13. So…. we really are somehow related, huh? I hate that “f” word too. Thank you for the beautiful storytelling. I felt like I was right there with you in my yoga pants, smoothie smuggled into the room. 😉 I’m pretty sure I might have shed a pound or two just laughing at this.


    1. I keep telling you, that we are somehow related. 🙂

      See, no need to go to yoga class, we can blog and literally laugh our asses off.

      Going to yoga class with you…I have a feeling we’d be smuggling in some contraband beverage. Now THAT would be fun.

      Mr. R. says that I am one incident away from a reality show.

      Why, I never!


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  15. Hilarious! You make me want to try a yoga class just to get in on the convos!!!


    1. Hi, Cara, thanks for visiting the blog and glad you enjoyed my yoga class musings. If you join a class, please report back. I can’t be the only that these happen to. LOL


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