Car Karma
As I was parking my car today near Shala X, a woman came out of, seemingly nowhere, and told me that I had broken the lefthand headlight of her car. I was flustered. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. I didn't hear any noise. I didn't feel any impact. But she was insisting. I got out of my car and took a look. Her car was pretty poorly maintained. Rust spots everywhere, dings galore. And there was the cracked headlight. Had it beeen me that did that? Did it even matter? I let the conversation go back and forth for a couple of moments, and then I said, "Look, what is that you want me to do?" She said, "give me twenty five dollars, and I'll go away."
Hooboy.
Twenty-five dollars poorer, I walked into the Shala. I have no idea what to make of this entire scenario. But I don't feel like thinking about it either. Giving her the money enabled me not to think about it much further. If she cheated me, well, her bad. If I damaged her headlight, then now she can pocket the money or get it fixed...whatever.
Practice was fine. Patrick was there. And he is strong. Both he and Jose gave me some really precise but gentle adjustments. Me likey.
And then the bad car karma continued....I made the fateful decision to take the 96th Street exit instead of the 61st Street exit off of the FDR Drive, and waiting for me was some hideous something or other that impaled my front left tire. BOOM. Yoga Chickie gets her first flat tire.
I am still waiting for Volvo Roadside Assistance to show. At least I get to do so in the comfort of my own home.
My private client rescheduled, thankfully, as she herself had some bad karma going on with her new apartment. So that was kind of good karma for me.
Hopefully the rest of the day will go a bit more smoothly. Adam has Tae Kwon Do, Brian has Hebrew School, I teach at Yahoo Hot Jobs, and then I race back uptown to see Adam, the little musician, perform in the "Mini Minyan Musicale" in the annual Jewish/Christian Fellowship concert at our temple. I like this fellowship idea - more reason to like being a member of a Reform Synagogue.
YC
13 comments:
WoW that sucks! Sounds like she was just trying to get some easy money and figured you were an easy target. Probably wise though to just give over $25 rather than get into a full on confrontational dispute.
that's what you get for being a bad person and a bad blogger.
I don't know who anonymous is and why you would write that about Lauren, but if you don't like her blog (or her) then why do you read it? Obviously, you have some issues of your own to deal with.
Sister in law
hey jill...i know exactly who "anonymous" is because i have software that tracks IP addresses with exact locations, like, for example, East Hampton, New York, Longueuil, Quebec...etc... and his childish insults mean nothing to me beyond a giggle.
can't WAIT for thursday!!!
LC
Oh ignore previous post - I see from your prior posts that for some reason you're calling Petri "Patrick".
I thought his name was Patrick...maybe I need to get my hearing checked. OK, Petri it is.
I guess you're fairly new to ashtanga...Petri's been around a long time - as a certified teacher, I mean.
I guess you're fairly new to my blog...my first day of Mysore practice was my first real entry on this blog, which I only started this past summer. Petri is great. He told me he is new as an assistant at Shala X. Where was he teaching before?
Finland. He's from Finland. He's not "an assistant." He's visiting and will take over for "Sir" when "Sir" takes time off in December.
Well, I answered my own question:
http://www.astanga.fi/lapland/
I would not have called him an "assistant" but for the fact that he called himself Sir's Assistant. I am happy to hear he will be with us in December. I really enjoy having him as a teacher.
other anonymous - why so mean? if you think she is wrong just set the record straight. no need to undermine or throw shade.
that last message wasn't rude. You read too much into it.
there are tons of people that write rude messages on this blog-- and there not just the people LC claims she knows about.
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