Kena Cheated

Before I start, I must confess that I never had the intention of putting up this post.

I seriously would rather talk about the inconsistency in thickness of my armpit hair than what happened last tuesday.



But then again, I figured it might bring a smile to some readers so ya...

The story began one a lazy friday afternoon after I finished my work , on my walk back home. I remember wanting to check out some courses in the Community Centre near my home as I was feeling rather bored.

And so I asked the receptionist who seemed rather amazed to see an actual teenager in the office , what courses were available. It seemed she was rather skeptical about finding me a suitable course as she thought aloud:

"There is the yoga course... but .... 97% of the class are middle-aged females."
"Wait... There is the karaoke course...sorry all senior citizens. "
"Let us see... Karate course...ah.. just missed the first lesson."

"Taekwondo or Judo maybe?" I offered, trying not to point out that she was offering me a reason not to join a particular course everytime she suggested one.

"Ah yes," she said, positively delightedly in the revelation, staring me in the you'll-do-nicely kind of way which turned rather spooky after a while.



"So are there any guys around my age?"

She confirmed that there were and told me my first lesson was next Tuesday 8 pm.

I thought it rather melo-dramatic that the practice should be held on the rooftop of the CC like some showdown between Good and Evil. It turned out to be anything but that.

A bunch of kids playing catching greeted me as a feeling of totally sian-ness washed over me. It took every thing I could muster to not walk out there and then.

True to the receptionist's word there were a couple of guys my age. Indeed there were. What's more, they were the instructors.