I was dragged to an excercise class the other day. It was called Bhangracise or something. Basically a fusion of the Punjabi dance form ‘Bhangra’ with a sort of excercise group in a local community centre. It being my first time there, I was concentrating on closely following the moves of the Indian dance leader.. which was hard as there were a few moves that regulars knew but we four had to try and decipher.
So basically I’m concentrating, a bit short of breath, feeling my quads a bit…
And after a three or four songs a fellow-dancing lady who was evidently a regular walks up to us and says to me, “Don’t worry, he’s not gay. He’s just dancing that way.” And that’s all she said.
1. I don’t know why she thought I was worried.
2. I don’t know why she thought I don’t know what Bhangra is.
3. I don’t know why she thought that’s the opening line she should use.
4. I don’t know what she hoped to achieve by that sentence.
People are funny.