Play on

My instructor at the gym today forgot to bring her iPad with her, so for music she had to rely on the CDs that were in the aerobics room. It was a mixed bag, kind of like the books that a clueless hostess would leave on a bedside table in the guest room: a collection of Patti Griffin's slowest ballads; "Halloween Sounds of Horror" ("those are our ab muscles screaming," commented one classmate); faux-reggae adaptations of pop hits; and a playlist for a Body Combat class that consisted of jacked-up versions of "Rollin' on the River" and "Because the Night" played at triple speed.
We urged her not to forget her iPad again.