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Okay, so I made it to my meditation class last night on time - but all was not okay in the land of ahs. Let's just talk about how irritating it is to have a whole sanctuary full of open pews and have the 3 loudest people sit directly behind you. Since Rabbi Ted (yes, I said Rabbi) had already started talking, I thought it would be rude to get up and move. But what was even more rude was the movie theater whispering the peanut gallery behind us (me and my friend Deborah) had to endure. Totally disrespectful to R.T. and totally inconsiderate to all the eager beaver meditators. So we're into our first meditation for a bit and the guy directly behind poor Deborah isn't just asleep, he's snoring. We get out of that meditation and move on to a mudra meditation. Again with the snoring and then I hear something that sounds like a fart. I look at my watch and we have 35 minutes to go! My side is hurting and I'm uncomfortable as heck. It reminded me of the scene in Eat Pray Love where Julia Roberts' character is meditating at an ashram, looks up at the clock and then drops her head to the ground in frustration that hardly any time has passed. After the class Deborah and I commiserate, sharing notes. She heard the fart too. Let's just say, that was the most stressful meditation class I'd ever been to. Instead of driving home listening to my Ara Kara CD, I blast my Kid Rock CD. The happy ending is that I had fun telling my story to my husband who I had belly laughing - Rabbi Ted, snoring, farts, and Kid Rock after meditating - what's there not to laugh about?