Ah, karate class...

 ... you start with a pleasant discussion of Thanksgiving celebrations, you end with helping to clean the blood off the floor. Literally, not figuratively. 

Gotta love it.

(Not my blood, by the way. Although I did suspect for a while that I was going to wind up with whiplash and a severely bruised chin and/or hand, after a few kicks from guys twice my size went awry. XP)