The challenge, and the other stories, can be found here. If you know where I got the idea for this story, remember, it's just a story. I'm told she's really very nice.
She wore hot pants, a midriff-bearing sweater, and ankle warmers, so we ignored her technique, put her with the beginners, and snickered behind our hands.
Weeks later when she asked where to get a uniform, we wondered if those were the only work-out clothes she had.
But she came to the next class in her new gi, and wore a black belt and gloves. She fought all the black belts, and won the dojo, without even glancing at the green and brown belts.
While she was fighting, we poisoned her water bottle.
She wore hot pants, a midriff-bearing sweater, and ankle warmers, so we ignored her technique, put her with the beginners, and snickered behind our hands.
Weeks later when she asked where to get a uniform, we wondered if those were the only work-out clothes she had.
But she came to the next class in her new gi, and wore a black belt and gloves. She fought all the black belts, and won the dojo, without even glancing at the green and brown belts.
While she was fighting, we poisoned her water bottle.