The world is a crazy place

Pilates involves putting you body in all sorts of strange positions. (Little wonder that it has transformed my sex life.) One such position yesterday resulted in sand tipping out of my pants and onto the "reformer" (a Pilates machine). The instructors laughed at me, then told me that this has never happened at their studio before - ever. Which begs the question - what sort of strange world do we live in where people don't do the absent-minded things that I do? Could it be that the set of brain cells which tell me never to divide by zero tell others to always empty their pockets of sand after going to the beach and before they do a Pilates class? The world is a crazy place.