Millions of years ago in a far off big blue palace, Jessica and I worked together. We would snark and snicker and learn our coworkers inside and out and sometimes collaboratively (but mostly by the adept and witty hand and mind of Jessica) we would laugh at and with our friends and peers with comics. No one went undrawn: the cafeteria staff, security, our own sometimes very good humored execs, ourselves. It was one of those things that gave me pure joy at work. I still cry and near barf I laugh so hard when I look back at some of the shit we did.
There was one stretch of time where, in the lab we worked, people would not shut the f up about yoga. Every day someone was talking about this bowel moving experience they had at the hands of Yogi Von Yurtbalm. Stretch this, sweat that, wind relieving pose wars, downward facing tufted tit mouse. The answer to everything was “you should try yoga, you’ll love it.”
Ack, I can’t find my keys! “You should try yoga!”
I got a disappointing raise, how will I feed my stinky brats? “You should try yoga, you’ll love it!”
My ass is sore. “You should try yoga”
YOUR ass is sore. “YOOOOOOGAAAAAAA!!!”
This prompted Jess and I to brainstorm on “Fuck Yoga” tshirts. I wish I could find the jpg of that.
Anyway, on my way to work this morning I overheard a conversation that brought the memories flooding back. This is what I sent to Jessica as an illustration request:
(special note: testament to Jessica’s talent is how she perfectly captured the people I described. The resemblance to the real people is so uncanny, I had to slap my back to see if I wasn’t really carrying Jessica around like a backpack)
Today on my walk to work I walked by two women. One was tall, had a mop of purposely wild grey curls (of varying colors, for style). She was wearing cropped fashion/military boots, black leggings and a black winter trench (long). She was visibly irked. Her friend, who was counseling her, was shorter grey/blond/brunette mousy, but a bit of a hippie looking thing. She grasped grey friend’s elbows as grey friend said, “I just… I just can’t…. I can’t do yoga with someone like that!” Brown friend, still clutching grey friends elbows in that caring way said very very seriously, “She just has a completely different energy than you.”
This conversation made me want to jump in between them and fart.