Miss Information

Miss Information is annoyed by the other yoga students

This is what happens. Miss Information arrives early for her yoga class. She used to arrive on time, but then there were a couple of weeks when the comely yoga instructor, Yoga Boy started the class early. Time means nothing to him. Mellow bastard.


So, even though Miss Information was technically on time, she was actually late. She hates being late and she vowed to show up early from then on. Obviously, Yoga Boy has never started the class early again. Unpredictable bastard.


Well, that's ok. Miss Information always has a book. She puts her mat down in a good spot and begins to read. Then week after annoying week somebody enters the room and turns out all the lights. Miss Information is not complaining about the darkness. For some reason, yoga only works in the pitch dark. She does think that the person turning out the lights might say something first. The Gettysburg address is unnecessary. Just a quick "I'm turning the lights out" would be sufficient. Or even, to actually speak to Miss Information, who is in full view reading her book about four feet away from the light switch.

But no. It's just too much to ask from you light-turning-off bastards, isn't it? Miss Information hates you. She wants you to suffer. She wishes a plague on all your houses. She hopes that your children marry inappropriate people. She hopes your dog pees on your furniture while you're out. She hopes that you are stuck in the express lane of the supermarket behind people with more than 12 items. She really really really hates you.

Sadly Miss Information realizes that she is no more serene than she was before she started doing yoga.

posted by Miss Information @ 5:32 PM