In which she was laminating

Today the conversation in Pilates was about “laminating.” WAIT! WHAT?

Yeah, you heard me.  Here’s how it came about.

I went to my normal class on Friday at 9:30.  I got there and couldn’t find my Pilates shoes. (Yes, I have Pilates shoes… shut up).  I’ve only had them about 2 weeks so I was impressed that it had taken 4 classes to lose them.

After searching my car I went into the studio and there were my shoes. Apparently I had forgotten them on Wednesday.  (Typical) I was taking a class with two other people and the instructor, Amanda, was teaching.  (Well THAT was a stupid sentence.  OF course the instructor was teaching.  I thought about changing the sentence but then I thought why pretend I’m a good writer now right? Rhetorical, don’t answer)

The conversation turned to last night when one of the other people in my class, Ellen, pointed out that Amanda had forgotten to show up the day before to teach.  Here’s the convo:

Ellen:              … so we show up and Amanda isn’t there

Amanda:         I can’t believe I forgot it

Ellen:              we have been coming Thursday night at 5:30 for 5 years and she forgot

Amanda:         well, I was laminating

Me:                  laminating?

Amanda:         yeah, I think I’m addicted to laminating

Me:                  you got your laminating machine over a month ago

Amanda:         I love it

Me:                  I mean, how much could you possibly have to laminate?

Amanda:         I don’t know

Me:                  are you laminating your bills?

Ellen:              that would be funny

Amanda:         what?

Me:                  I can just see it now.  I love laminating so much that here’s my electricity bill all laminated

Amanda:         that would be hilarious

Shanley:         she does love to laminate

Me:                  are you laminating your taxes?

Amanda:         that would be interesting.  I’m sorry that I had to sign the taxes with a dry erase pen but I’ve accidentally laminated them

Ellen:              she also loves to label things

Me:                  you know, we have a laminator and Andie used to love to laminate things but I have never laminated anything in my life

Amanda:         you don’t know what you’re missing out on

Me:                  I do have a labeler  but rarely label anything

Amanda:         that’s how you keep organized

Me:                  that could also explain why I can never find anything

By now we were all cracking up and the class was a bit out of control.  After it was all over, I took off my Pilates shoes and Amanda asked me if I wanted to leave them in the studio, after all she could NOW label me a cubby.

Of course, I accepted because I’ll only lose them again and it’s not every day that someone can label you and you’re ok with it.

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