I bought a groupon the other day for a yoga studio close to my place, eager to soak up all that I could from local teachers. For me, taking as many classes and workshops as I can gives me the opportunity to learn and grow not only my personal practice, but myself as a yoga teacher. 

I went to the studio, a small little place painted mustard yellow, and settled in on my mat to stretch. It was the middle of the day, so it wasn't a crowded class by any means. There were maybe seven of us. 

The class was meant to start at 1:15pm. By 1:20pm, the teacher hadn't arrived, and I started to get annoyed. Because with parking priced at $1.50 per fifteen minutes, being fashionably late wasn't cool. At all. At 1:25pm, the front desk person came into the class to announce the teacher was running late. Which we already knew.