Today I ran into a client from YAS (the spin/yoga studio where I teach) in line at the gas station. Here's how the conversation went:
ME: "Hey Rick!"
RICK [looking puzzled]: "Hey!"
ME: "It's me, Leigh from YAS"
RICK: "Oh, hey Leigh. Yeah, how ya doing."
ME: "Yeah, good. I know, you're not used to seeing me with my clothes on."
[Insert silence and awkward stares from Rick and everyone else in line for gas here]
What I meant to say was "You're not used to seeing me with NORMAL clothes on"...since we have to wear uniforms at YAS...oh, and because I usually roll out of bed, throw my hair in a ponytail and barely manage to brush my teeth. Few of my clients truly know that I am capable of looking [ahem] quite good. They never see me with make up on or my hair done.
Regardless, these inopportune slips of the tongue happen to me all the time these days...what's worse is that they usually happen at YAS, when I'm teaching, WITH A MICROPHONE ON...leaving little room for pretending like no one may have heard me. Chances are, they did. Fortunately for my clients, this is my last month teaching and attempting to inspire them with non-sensical gems like "dig it" instead of "dig deep" or "find your wind" instead of "find your second wind" or "fklsnjskhflsdjok-blah" when I can't get anything else to come out. It's been a fun ride, literally. I'm hoping that I'll bounce right back after #3 comes along and be back teaching by June. We shall see.
Here's to 19.5 more weeks of slurring like a sailor.
20.5 Weeks, but whose counting?
