The Birthday Request

I got invited/requested by one of my Hot Shots, Scarlet, to work her birthday party at the gym last year (for a party that is this weekend).  She's been excited about it for well over a week.

Yesterday, I was all over them, being knit-picky, smash-mouthed, relentlessly badgering the Hot Shots on their form and focus; the quality of their effort, constantly demanding better. Finally, the exasperated future birthday queen looks at me and says in a fatigued way, "Please don't be like this at the birthday party."