I was lying on my yoga mat in savasana with my eyes closed just after yoga class started. Then, all of a sudden, it felt like someone had punched me right in the cheekbone. 

You had dropped a cork yoga block from the top shelf above me right onto my face. 

I’m sorry for crying and leaving class. It hurt, and I was embarrassed, but it wasn’t your fault! The studio should not put the fucking shelves right above where they expect people to set up their mats. I hope your day wasn’t ruined. 

Namaste.

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