I walked out when she told me to shimmy; I don't care how tense my buttocks would have been.
The evening was never
going to go well because the lady at
the door tried to trick me into buying maracas, and I almost did
because I thought she said “maccas”. Then I found out that we had
to wave them around like some bollywood Coles advert.
Welcome to
Zumba.
