Quiet Please

Apparently attendance at a group exercise class in California doesn't actually mean "I'm here to work my butt off" but instead means "oh, this is actually my social hour"

Reason(s) you know you're really becoming a New Yorker:

1. While the lady next to you is sharing the woes of her work day mid high kick repetitions, you can't help but want to shoot her a dirty "Stop talking please" look

2. Next time the high kick repetitions come around, you actually do send the dirty "Stop talking please" look.... And you only feel bad about it for about 1.5 seconds.

Whoops! So much for taking three weeks at the beach side homestead to become more zen...