So no offense meant to this benign woman and the other benign young woman behind the desk. No offense that I saw someone who had reached an age where they were maybe lonely and had a need to talk and tell her story and there was no one willing to listen to her but she talks away because she has all the time in the world. Then this same woman went over to the bench where I was sitting in slight dejection about my body that wasn’t working like it used to. No one really noticing this but me. She was distractedly looking for her towel mumbling to herself that maybe she had left it at home. I remarked (feeling magnanimous that I was listening to her) that she could use her fluffy coat. She ignored me to go to her car to look for it. As I got up to leave I noticed her going back into the studio for the next class, she had found her towel after all.