I lost my shit at yoga...

It was bound to happen sooner or later. It started with the guy who snores...every time...during resting pose. Who falls asleep that quickly? And why doesn't his wife wake him up? Dear god, be embarrassed! So, I'm in resting pose, not resting because I'm so distracted by the snoring. Then, our teacher decides to teach us this special breathing where you stick your tongue out and sip in loudly, then use your hand, in this special, odd position, to close off one nostril at a time and exhale. As I'm breathing out in this ridiculous way, I lose my shit. This in turn causes Kathy to lose her shit, which in turn causes the woman next to her to lose her shit. It's over. Except it's not over - she continues to lead us in that breathing for what feels like a half an hour. I'm sitting indian (native american?) style with my head in my hands shaking uncontrollably just praying for the end. P.S. When i came home and told Tim I lost my shit at yoga, he said (with hope in his voice), "YOU FARTED?!"