Bad Timing

Generally, when I go to kickboxing, I show up pretty much at the exact moment that class is supposed to start. Well, last night I somehow managed to get to Morgantown, get my groceries and my pig food, and get to class fifteen minutes early. So, naturally, my instructor ended up being half an hour late. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but I think he had a good excuse because he showed up in a suit jacket so it must have been important, right? Anyway after that, the other girl and I finished the twenty-count that we've been working on. So that was cool.