The yoga instructor tells me to angle my arms like a B-52 bomber.
“I don’t know why I said that,” he admits. “Does anyone know what that looks like these days? For some reason you look like a person who would know that.”
I know the group, but I can’t really picture the plane. But I do see Slim Pickens for a moment, so the example isn’t a total loss.
The instructor corrects my pose.
After class, I Google the plane. Turns out the instructor doesn’t know what a B-52 looks like either.