I grabbed a young man at the brand-new sporting goods store today and asked him where one might find an exercise pole...you know, a really long one....one I could put up in the basement? The kind my husband could hook up for me so I wouldn't have to use him as a prop anymore?
At first there was an awkward moment of silence. Then, I noticed a few red faces (the young man's and my husband's.) Let's just say it took me all of five seconds to learn a few lessons...
One: Make sure to use the correct term for the exercise pole. It's called a "ballet barre".
Two: Never try to pose your leg as if that might help describe the ballet barre...
Three: Make sure the young man actually works at the sporting goods store.
Holy Sports Authority! I've warped some young guy...forever. Again.
Name tags. Name tags are the ticket, people.