The Friday afternoon Bikram's yoga class had been underway for several minutes, when an anonymous yoga instructor and a couple students arrived outside the large bay window.  Rather than enter the studio, the instructor and her students proceeded to have their own class on the sidewalk next to Central Ave.  One by one, students began to accumulate, until the sidewalk was covered with folks - hipsters, athletes, businesswomen - mirroring the sequence of asanas of the sweaty practitioners inside.  One yogi practiced on a bamboo sushi mat; another, on a mylar sun visor from their car.

The sidewalk class was proceeding without incident until the irate man walked up to the spandex clad instructor and asked: "Don't you think this is a little disruptive to the people inside the actual yoga studio?"

Of course not!  Yoga is about serenity, centered-ness, and peace.  Why would our presence affect the people next to us, the paying customers luxuriating in their heated, indoor environment?  The man attempted to break up the class, unsuccesfuly, and left in a fury.  Moments later, a police car appeared, observing the scene.

The yoga instructor was unruffled.  She continued teaching in a calm voice: "Inhale.  Envision a peaceful space in front of you.  Now put your left foot in.  Put your left foot out.  Put your left foot in, and shake it all about." 

The policemen laughed, took a photo, and drove away.  After a full forty five minutes of Yoga postures, a slow-motion YMCA and a serene and holistic Macarena, the sidewalk class dispersed.  No evidence was left that this was, in fact, another mission executed by the Street Theatre Brigade, but for those in the know, you know who it was....