What the hell?

All right. That's it. I'm officially sick of our taijutsu class being treated like the family's poor, stinky, bucktoothed step-cousin that no one wants to have visit.

Tonight was the second night in three weeks that some yahoo has double-booked the room that our class meets in. Both times we've been (more or less) gracious about giving up the space, but now it has to stop.

This is a college class, held at the college. Paying students (who are probably paying way too much) are in the class. We've been nice up to now, but I'm done being nice. Next time this happens, I'm fighting back.

Oh, don't worry, Mom, I'm not gonna beat anyone with my bo, though the wet smacking sound it'd make would be particularly delightful. But taijutsu has tought me to be sneakier than that. No, what I'm going to do is smile and say, "Oh, you're in this space, too? Delightful!" and continue to pull out mats. Then I'll stretch out and start meditating.