One day, I got called at the last minute to teach a Body Sculpt class at a local gym. The permanent instructor, who has quite a following, was not feeling well. As I arrived, people were setting up for class. As I entered the room and headed to the stereo, I was greeted with looks of horror and doubt. Nothing new or unusual for me. To be honest, I could care less if people stay; I still get paid the same.

The class was populated by a bunch of older women and middle-aged gay men. Make your own joke here now. One of the older women decided to pipe in her two cents and said, "He really works us out gently." I responded, "If you wait for my instructions, you will see that you can tailor the class to your own needs." Need I add that I said this with a tone of venomous delight? Another of the older women said that it was her first time and that I should take it easy on her. I replied, "If you can listen, you will be fine."

After class, both women approached me to ask me where else I taught. I replied that I don't teach in the afternoons but I do have a couple of evening classes. The first-timer asked, "Is this not your full-time job?" I said, "No." With the most most irritated tone, she then asked, "Well, what do you do then?" For some reason, I replied, "I cook for a living."

With the most unbelievably ignorant tone, she said, "Ahhh, yes, Chinese food." For this, I continue to teach? Later.  ¶ 11:46 PM