Dear Mean German Lady at the gym,
My abs can't take your torture. While I've only taken two classes with you, I'm assured that all 5'2" and 105 pounds of you is unmistakably mean. Please don't yell because I can't understand your German accent -- the one that my friend thinks is Russian and my sister thinks is Spanish. I, however, am positive you must've been a friend of Hitler.
Also, while we are on the subject. Please don't lie to me anymore. If there are 63 crunches left to do, just tell me that. Don't lie and say there is only 5 more. It hurts too badly.
In the 5 minutes that we spend together twice a week, I've grown dislike you a little more each time while enjoying my abs a little better. I guess I can thank you for that.
So, dear mean German lady, I will see you again on Tuesday...but not because I like you, but because my belly fat is slowly melting away and I feel I am forced to offer you the credit. But please, don't be too mean to me or I will be forced to go to Linda's ab class and hope that she is nicer...
a very scared-of-you member of your class