As if I wasn't outed enough already

Tonight Kyle and I decided to try our luck again at spinning. I had even bought a plain exercise shirt to try to help blend in more. (All of my other t-shirts had English writing on them.) Although we had the same teacher (who probably recognized the American idiots in the back) Kyle was smart enough to not raise his hand this time. We were in the third row and really plugging along just fine -- until there were 5 minutes left in class. Kyle was really pedaling fast and hard and his foot slipped out of the pedal. His shin happened to intersect with the free pedal as it made its way around and he got a four-inch gash on his right shin. Blood was immediately flowing and there was even a small piece of skin flopping around. It was horrible.

The teacher asked what was wrong as Kyle got off his bike, but he just waved her off as he hobbled out the door. I got off my bike and tried to quickly sanitize our bikes before I left. (Suprisingly for Europeans, they are really into spraying/wiping down your area once you are done.) Well I wasn't quick enough because apparently the instructor was asking me to come to the front of the room. Of course I don't understand a word she says and so I didn't even realize what she was asking. It wasn't until she said, "Yoo-hoo" over the microphone that I looked up. And there she was motioning me to the front of the room -- my worst nightmare. So I had to make my way through two rows of sweaty bikers and stand at the front with her to explain what had happened. I felt like I was back in Catholic school in front of the nuns all over again. I explained in English what had happened to Kyle and her first response was, "But you do understand some French?" I don't know what that had to do with anything, but I lied and said that I understood some. I didn't want to tell the truth and say, "Actually, I might as well be deaf because I just spent the last hour in your class watching your hand movements to understand whether we were supposed to be going up a hill or down." I guess I satisfied her enough by saying I understood a little French because she asked more about Kyle and then dismissed me. Poor Kyle hobbled the four blocks home, and then up another four flights of stairs. Needless to say, we won't be doing another spinning class anytime soon...