Eleven years ago I was living in London and I treated myself to a yoga class at a nearby studio. There were easily fifty other students in the class. The instructor walked in, a man with shoulder length blond hair, and immediately began the class. He was going extremely fast, and very few people were keeping up. One brave woman asked if he could slow down a little, and he stopped the class completely and marched over to her. Pointing at her face, he exclaimed, "Oh, you want me to SLOW DOWN? Shalllllll IIIIIIIII tallllllk liiiiiiiiike thiiiiis?"
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