Dear Diary. It's 4:30 pm and I'm in a queue of parents outside the school. We're here to pick up our kids.

The mom in front of me has a bag with the words YogaOne Girona on it.

I'm feeling sociable - which is really indeed quite strange because I'm not even drunk or anything - so I approach her and say, "Do you do yoga?"

She smiles and says, "Yes! Do you?"

"I did it once," I say.

"Did you like it?"

"No," I say.

"Oh," she says. "Well you know, there are lots of types of yoga. Maybe you just need to find one that suits you."

This is going really well! I'm having a conversation!

But before I can reply, our kids come running out of the school. They run over and start clamouring for our attention. They're jabbering away about things they did in school that day. The mom smiles at me apologetically. I turn away and then before I know it, she's gone.

I don't care though. It's probably for the best, actually. If I'd kept talking, I would have said something weird.