On My Mind

Post Yoga Stress Disorder

June 1st, 2006 by Julie Silver

I was just in line at my favorite cafe on Montana, La Dolce Vita, waiting to order an iced chai tea latte, when all hell broke loose.

A young woman was waiting for her order, a tuna sandwich and a toasted plain bagel with cream cheese, when she noticed the parking violations truck pull up alongside her Jeep. Flip flops flapping, she ran out the door, dropping her yoga mat on the way, but arrived at her illegally parked car just two seconds too late. The ticket was being written! The fact that she had parked her car in the RED ZONE and not at a meter didn’t seem to matter to her as she cursed at the parking officer, came back to the cafe, rolled up her yoga mat and ranted on about how “fucked up” it was that she was being given a ticket. Clearly, her namastee had been severely harshed.

(As an aside, the tickets for parking in the red zone are huge. You’re essentially parking in the most important spot on the street in case of emergency. It’s one thing to let your meter expire, but it’s another to park in the RED ZONE.)

Meanwhile, she started in on the poor guy behind the counter. “Where’s my sandwich? It’s taking too long!” As if the guy at the cash register should offer to pay her parking ticket. I can only imagine what would have happened to this woman had she NOT just attended Yoga class.

Try the Iced Chai Tea Lattes with vanilla–as Garber would say, they’re “Yumbo!”