I\u2019ve been taking Tango lessons for the last three years. I\u2019m not a very good dancer, but I like doing it. \u00a0It gives me a good opportunity to push my boundaries, get a little exercise and meet some new people. However, last week our instructor, Hector, asked if I might consider taking a different class. When I asked him why he told me that some of the other students were uncomfortable dancing with me. This shocked me, and when I pressed him about the matter he produced a document of filed complaints, which I now reprint for you:<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\n Mary Webster, November 13, 2009<\/p>\n \u201cI can no longer be near that man. He lost a tooth one night when we were dancing. It just fell out of his head, and all he did was put it in his pocket and jam some Kleenex in his mouth, which quickly became sodden and red. I had to run to the washroom and throw-up. It is impossible, and I mean physically impossible, for me to dance with him again.\u201d<\/p>\n Claire Hepburn, December 12, 2009<\/p>\n \u201cI will not dance with him again. He\u2019s just too sweaty. At first you can see it on his upper lip, and then it\u2019s all over his face. His hands are cold and slippery, like something that lives in the water, and one night I noticed that he was sweating through his pants, near his groin. He said he had an unusually effective lymphatic system. Gross.\u201d<\/p>\n Julia Barylak, December 12, 2009<\/p>\n \u201cHe simply can\u2019t dance. It\u2019s like he\u2019s trying not to dance and you\u2019re fighting against some creature from a parallel universe who\u2019s attempting to thwart your every move. It\u2019s so frustrating that when I get home after class I drink a bottle of wine and watch game shows. I really hate him.\u201d<\/p>\n Alex McLaren, February 28, 2010<\/p>\n \u201cHe always asks me to call him The Colonel, and I\u2019m not going to do that.\u201d<\/p>\n Jillian Dickens, September 02, 2010<\/p>\n \u201cHe gets tired very easily and then his nose begins to whistle. It\u2019s demoralizing, as if some ghost or the specter of death is in the room with you.\u201d<\/p>\n