The Short End of the, Uh, Arm

My sister had told me that she was going to visit a yoga class with her friend, you know, the kind where the friend wants to drag you along because it's free and supposedly more fun than sitting at home. Although most of the time, I would beg to differ.

Anyhoo, she was thinking the whole thing was going to be pretty funny, because even though she has always been active, she is not flexible. And by that I mean even in her physical prime, she could never touch her toes.

I was talking to my dad and mentioned my sister's impendeng embarassment experiment in yoga, and reminded him of how unflexible my sister is.

"Oh," he said, "She's not unflexible, she just has short arms."

It took me a minute to process that and I dedided to spare my dad a disagreement and moved on.

However, I told my sister what he had said, and of course we couldn't stop laughing because who ever heard of someone not being able to touch their toes because their arms were too short?

Then my sister decided that her "short arms" were the scapegoat she had been looking for her entire life.

She can't parallel park? Of course not, her arms are too short.

She can't load the dishwasher properly? Why, nobody with arms as short as hers could possibly do it right.

She can't do proper pushups? Damn those short arms every time.

Now if I could just find my excuse...

Comments

that must be the reason I can't clean the house, do the laundry or take the recycling to the recycling point - short arms! genius!
Anvilcloud said…
And a whole new world of excuses opens up.
J said…
Did she enjoy the yoga? I'm not flexible either, but yoga can be VERY relaxing.
Cherry said…
THAT was the chuckle I needed after a very busy day!
Gina said…
J, she hated it! She could hardly do any of it because of her abnormally short arms. Serious!

She said the instructor even gave up on her after a while.
Heidi said…
I'm laughing because I was always told my arms were short!! LOL. Maybe it's not true!!
Should I measure them?

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