I've been taking a belly dancing class on Tuesday nights, and it's been so much fun. Yesterday was election day, so the gym was overtaken by poll machines and our class was held in a different room.
I saw my teacher and we started walking together and chatting. We walk all the way down the hall and she turns to me and says, "Are you sure this is the right way?"
I look at her and say, "I've been following you! I don't know where the class is."
This reminds me of the time I took my sisters and two cousins to the movies. They were all about seven and eight-years-old. After the movie let out, I asked them:
"So, do any of you remember where we parked?"
James, the smallest one, turns to me and he looks like I just told him I ripped up all his beloved Pokemon cards and ran over his best friend. He says:
"I don't know! YOU'RE the ADULT! YOU'RE RESPONSIBLE!!"
I mean, SHE's the TEACHER. She's RESPONSIBLE.
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So did you ever get to the class?
Yes, we made it to the class (a few minutes late) and she made a cute comment that we probably worked out more looking for the class than in the actual class.
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