After teaching impro to sales people, leaving the company building and getting in the car.
“Teaching impro someway often feels like a healthy internal shower. Refreshing my own mental-emotional state.”, I think turning the motor on.
Enjoying this conclusion I… hit the car parked next to mine.
Putting a paper under the windshield wiper with my name and number, I look at the sky and ask the Impro-Gods what the message is..
Not half an hour later I get a text message from my collegue Leen: leaving the parking lot after hér improclass, she hit something and lost her car bumper.
So really: Impro-Gods, … what IS the message?