All right. Two weeks ago in belly dance class, I was having trouble with this flippy Matrix-esque turn move. The teach said I should hold my shoulders back because my arms were going floppy. Being unable to do anything involving good posture such as that or sitting up straight, I kept messing up. She finally said she was going to tie my shoulders back. I thought she was kidding, but she actually got a veil, wound it around my shoulders and tied it in a knot. (It worked, btw: Now every time I try that move I hold those damn shoulders back).
Teach: Yay! OK, now for the next move, you go like thiiiiiiiiis!
Me: Um, hi. Can you untie me now?
Teach: Oh, dear, I forgot about you. [unties me]
Me: I don't think I've ever said that to anyone before.
Teach: Ha ha. I'm going to use that as your quote for my website.
Me: You might get a whole other crowd in here if you do...
Last night my mother called, and as usual on Wednesday nights I was in belly dance-talking mode, so I told her how I was still having trouble with the flippy Matrix turn, whilst perfect-stomach girl was doing it no problem.
Me: At least she didn't tie me up this time.
Mom: Do what now?
Me: Oh. I didn't tell you about that. [repeats story]
Mom: Oh, my.
Me: Yeah, I told her I didn't think I'd ever said that to anyone before.
Mom: Except maybe your brother.
I suppose that was a reference to some instance in our childhoods when we played "Hostage." Which we played. A lot.
Silver lining in conversation turned ewwwww: Bondage references are utterly lost on my mother.