Listen to your friends

A big group of yogis got together today at this really great state park, Weikwa Springs, where there is a river and canoeing. Lots of people were gathered on a wooden walk way dangling their feet in the water.

When I got up to get a drink, one of the yoga teachers said “Hey, it looks like you pooped your pants.” Oddly enough, this is not the first time I have heard her say poop in your pants. She, on occasion, will say something in class like, guys, you are supposed to be enjoying this, not look like you are pooping in your pants. Unconventional sure, but the students understand it right away and lighten up, perhaps even smile as we struggle through the pose.

I totally thought she was just making fun of me, for being a little prissy. I was wearing a white bathing suit and was the only person sitting on a big fluffy beach towel. I was sitting on the towel to in fact, to keep my fanny from getting anything on it. And so I ha-ha’d her and went over to the cooler.

Later, another friend says “I think you have something on you.“ I had already forgotten all about the prior comment and didn’t think anything alarming when he asks me to turn around. I follow his eyes right to my ass, and sure enough, it looks like I shit myself.
I’m not really sure how long I walked around with my fresh stain of God knows what, but I do know the placement couldn’t have been much more tragic. Lesson learned? Never second guess anybody telling you anything about you and poop.