Maybe you are asking why I am just now breaking this incredibly fast paced and nail biting story on you now . . . well – that is because I was just this weekend able to use my gift card to procure my copy of the oft sold out exercise game in a box and scoot along home with it. The absolute best part of the entire thing came – not when I told them that the credit came from me returning GTA4 to purchase this game – because I didn’t – because that would have crossed a line (that I tend to see far too often from the wrong side) and been lame – but – it actually happened when while going to my car to drop the box off. I was in front of one of those nifty new tasty burrito places (that is named after a pepper) and this tiny child (who was walking with his mother) stopped me, pointed and screamed (in only the way that a near hyperventilating from over-excitement child can) that “That man has a yoga Wii!” I was horrified by the immediate influx of attention – and the mother had moved about ten feet away from the conversation (the confrontation) and was about to run for the nearest shadow – when he screamed again “A yoga Wii! My Mom is a yoga instructor . . .” I locked eyes with the too far away mother and gave her the best “help me” look that I could muster – while he continued with “and she wants a yoga Wii and she doesn’t even have a Wii.”
There was a moment of silence – which I took for my chance to leave. The whole front of the restaurant – which was filled to capacity with lunchtime patrons were all staring at the unfolding events and then the child went into an odd mantra where he just kept mumbling things about the “yoga Wii.” With each utterance of the phrase I would shift the box – which I was at this point holding behind my back – from side to side. After I had reached my limit for being humiliated by a five year old – I gave him a pained smile and an “Okay then” before tripping away to the safety of the Jetta – his shrill voice trailing me the whole way.
A couple of days in – my little bird and I have set our profiles up and made some goals and have both gotten to work on hula-hooping our way to some serious fitness. The best part – for me – is that the only thing that I have to worry about driving over is all of the bad health that I have . . . .
Oh – never mind – you get the point.
See you on the slopes!