At yoga the other day a woman unfurled her mat next to mine to set up happy camp. I squeezed out a peek and saw that there was a little piece of plastic on her mat. "Now what is she going to do with that?" I couldn't help but wonder. I didn't have long to wait--she flicked it, her thumb and middle finger sending it on its journey--toward me! It landed a few inches shy of my mat as I tried to focus on my breathing.
Like a tender hair trapped in the wing of a panty liner, I couldn't think about anything else except that junky piece o' plastic invading my force field. I exhorted myself to knock if off already and inhaled so deeply I'm surprised I just didn't snort up the damn thing and be done with it. Namaste!