While on vacation, I decided to participate in an early yoga class on the beach. I'd recently started studying yoga, and I thought since I'd miss my regular class, I might as well make up for it by taking this one. After all, how often do you get to stretch on a beautiful beach to the sound of waves? Me, not often. When we arrived, a number of people had already showed up to participate from the resort. They gave us towels to use as mats on the sand. We chose to make a new, "third row" behind folks already there, since it was out of the sun, and out of the direct vision of other "yogis" who likely had more experience than us. I was no sooner putting down my towel when one of the other class participants approached me about how I had chosen a bad place to exercise. "I don't think you want to be back here... I participated yesterday, and the instructors like you up close. I mean, you won't be able to hear her..." "That's okay," I said, hoping she'd give up. But no, she's the yoga lady and she'll keep trying until she wins. "Sir, yesterday there were only two rows... why don't you move over there... you'll be better off." I began to wonder why she even cared. But no matter the initial impulse, she was bound and determined to get me to move. As I watched her fidget after ignoring her, I looked on as more and more participants came onto the beach. By the time the instructor arrived, she told us "this is one of the biggest groups I've had." I'm sure glad there was a new third row. "I'm not sure you guys are going to have enough space back there? People like to put their belongings in the back." I just looked at her. She tried again: "There's a space that opened up over there... that's a prime spot. If you don't take it, I think I will!" We stood our ground, and when she turned around yet again, this time so fidgety that she looked bothered like a female cat in heat, I decided to talk at her. "Listen. Good morning and all of that. You obviously have a problem where I have positioned myself here for this class. If I make you uncomfortable, then I most certainly apologize. But you need to stop talking. You are not going to convince me to move anywhere else on this beach. You don't own it and you can move yourself anywhere you'd like to be that's more comfortable. Do you understand me?" She looked at me, and said, "Well! Have you even taken yoga before? If you're new to it, you'll need a clear view of the instructor and I'm not sure you'll get a good view back here, that's all. I just want you to enjoy the experience." "Is that right? You're looking out for me, eh?" She didn't immediately reply. "Maybe we could make room in—" I interrupted her and said "Shut up." And that, quite astonishingly, did the trick. I'll never know why she was so set on getting us to move. I decided later she's been taking a mind control course where she is personally challenged each day to get someone to do something they don't want to do. I can only surmise, but I bet she chose me because I yawned when I got to the beach. She picks from those who yawn.