Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice

I believed that when we all grew up, women would mature, and we could all get along. Not true. The other moms at gymnastics class proved that once again. We aren't "allowed" to watch our daughters in the class, so we all pack into a hallway with five chairs. Trying to be friendly, I joke with another mom, "It's so weird to have a whole half hour to myself." I am sure I was speaking out loud and that she knew the noise was coming from my direction; however; she just started playing with her phone. Another woman sat in the chair next to me for about three seconds before getting up to sit on the floor. In that three seconds I did not "let one go" or crap my pants. I use deodorant regularly. I didn't even attempt to engage her in conversation. The only people speaking to each other were two women who seemed to know each other well and were speaking and laughing loudly. Of course I was by all the fun haters and would have really enjoyed killing a half hour with them, since they are clearly hilarious and didn't care that their kids were throwing books down the hallway. When the class ends we all file in to stand by the wall in the classroom of mystery no one within three feet of the other. I'm not searching for my new BFF at gymnastics or anything, I just figure we're stuck together for thirty minutes once a week for eight weeks. Why make things awkward?