Well, since moving to The Hood, I’ve not seen them, somewhat remarkably, but last night they reappeared.

“What about you, what are you going to wear?”

“Ok, let’s stop talking now, the class is beginning.”

“Mmmm. I’m thinking of that skirt, you know the one? The long one.” She said indicating the length on her calf.

“Oh yes…”

“Ok, let’s stop talking..”

“..I know, that’s nice..”

“..the class is going to start. No more talking.”

“..I’m going to wear my Esprit suit with heels.”

“Hey, no more talking. From now on, the only person you can talk to is me.”

“Oh, I like that suit, yes, that’s will be good. I can’t decide whether I should wear heels or flats.”

“I think heels. Which ones?”

“Ok, the only person you can talk to is me. All attention on me…”

“I was thinking about..”

“..I’m cute. All attention on me.” He continued lightheartedly.

“..the brown ones.”

Oh, yes, I’d missed them: the gym ladies. These are the rich Egyptian women who come to the gym in full makeup and jewelry.

This discussion was how the spinning class I went to last night began. The women were sitting three bikes away from each other. In good form, the instructor remained relaxed throughout this beginning (he can’t get angry, they are ‘clients’ and therefore superior to him). How did the muscly man get them to shut up? They soon refocused their attention when he took off his baggy shorts to reveal cycling shorts.