Yoga, really?

So I went to yoga yesterday at my local Y. I wanted to try it out before I signed on. I went to one in Atlanta before I moved and it really wasn't all that great, but last night was serious (aka involved doing head stands against a wall.)

Anyway... so we get started. The room is quiet. We've begun. We're breathing. Centering ourselves.

Click. Slam. Heavy walking. In walks a tiny asian woman who is so loud, I almost giggle when I look at our teacher who made eye contact with me.

She puts her mat down. We continue. Then she HUFFILY stands up, exclaims "Someone radio on in purse!" Um... I hear nothing. She dramatically moves her mat directly in front of me.

Seriously though, you are at a YMCA. This isn't some fancy pants yoga class. Out of common courtesy, if you are late try to make a quiet entrance. If you are annoyed with a "radio" (I'm guessing cell phone) you just kinda hang in there. I mean, seriously?

At the end of class she also stands ON MY SHOES that are up against the wall while she gets her belongings together. I stood there waiting, no lie, for 3 minutes. Concept of space? Not so much.

Namaste.