End of a cycle ….hopefully ?

After yesterday I’m hoping it is , but let’s recap and add a few things I forgot to add .1st , the chair yoga ; there were a couple of things I deliberately left out , but today I’m feeling more brazen . Once seated opposite my instructor it was painfully obvious that she was thin ; as I was dead set keen on avoiding eye contact I stared straight ahead , but it became worse , for her tight fitting gym pants revealed way too much of her late 60s …….ahhh , yeah . Let’s not go there , but I have to as this was hysterically awkward . Oh shit I’ve got no where to go , so I try to focus on her forehead ,but like a bad dream I noticed her bottom lip shining with a small bit of spitball building . Towards the end of the lesson Dalia ( the instructor ) hands me a soft pink ball the size of a kids basketball . I grasp it but she doesn’t let go and we are locked in this awkward type of embrace. My minds starting to race now as my second self starts firing out questions . “I think she likes you ? ” Let go of the ball , quick she’s getting cues ” ” What the fuck do I do ” “I don’t know , why ask me ? ” She’s transferring her energy , her vibe , accept it dude , it’s all cool “. Finally I nod my head and what seems eternity (10 seconds ) she gives me the ball . At the end of the session she hands me a card and a pamphlet with certain products and a promotion on yoga for MS sufferers . I get a dreadful sense of guilt as maybe Marcus has it all wrong as she has MS instead of a brain injury . It doesn’t matter either way as it gets extremely uncomfortable when she moves in close with her phone to get my details and then emits a 20 second fart that sounds like a Yamaha 180 starting up . I don’t think she even knows it’s happening , I coil back but once again my other self says “don’t , she’l get embarrassed! ” ” Yeah but what if it stinks ? ” Doesn’t matter dude you got us in this now you take it on like a man .” That’s when I signed my details over . What do I do ?

Marcus ? ………..Yes I caulked up his shower and his bath and his bench top and I hung two hooks in his garage and I hung his bikes on the hook and………….. I eventually got outta there . Later he calls and asks … ” Since you are going back to Australia I’m thinking it would be a good idea that I borrow your Pathfinder , it’ll save you having to move it on street sweeping days and it’s going to be well loved by Teddy and I instead of sitting in your wife’s car park getting dust all over it . Whaddya think ? “