Towards the end of the karate lesson, we--the members of the adult group and the older members of the children's group sparred in a series of punch-punch-kick combinations, at which I failed rather miserably as it was a level or two beyond my abilities. Midway through the exercise, someone's phone begins to ring through the fabric of his bag--I recognize the tune as it floats across the dojo: the Adventures of the Gummi Bears.
You see, that's the great thing about karate. It inspires such confidence
in fourteen-year-old boys they feel bold enough to pick ringtones
from the golden years of Disney 2D television animation.
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