
09/09/2025
And now for a word from your cell phone.
“Hey you.
Yeah. You.
It’s me. Your cell phone. 📱
You know. That palm-sized black mirror (my favorite tv show) that you look at all day, everyday and check kinda obsessively for texts, calls and little reminders about daily life.
Speaking of which.
I’m hearing that the Studio that you go to for hot yoga, equipment Pilates and all the good movement stuff, is a solid no cell phone zone.
I know you know that. But I gotta say.
It always feels really awkward when you come for class and drag me into the Studio anyway, despite all that signage everywhere asking you to leave me outside with your belongings.
So, I just thought that I’d chat you up for a minute and say the following, just between you and me.
Please turn me off and stow me with your stuff when you come in for class.
I really hate going into the Studio with you. It’s soooo damn hot in there. And man, it sure does p**s off your teacher, who I really like and respect, when you do.
So take it from me, your cell phone.
Be that good community kid and keep me out of the heat and safely stowed with your stuff on that nice cool shelf/ cubby in the common area.
Everyone will be happy. Trust me on that.
Me. You. Your teacher. All those students who glare at you when I buzz or ring during class.
I mean. Talk about a win-win.”