I don't generally let things get to me. Generally, I'm usually pretty mellow.
Some here know that my wife and I have been going to the YWCA. My peeve's about the locker room.
It seems that more often I'll go to my locker and there's some young fellow there with his (expletive deleted) spread out all over the bench and floor, sittin' there staring at one of those (expletive deleted) cell phones.
When I go to my locker, I get done and I split. If there's somebody else there, I move over and give him room.
Some here know that my wife and I have been going to the YWCA. My peeve's about the locker room.
It seems that more often I'll go to my locker and there's some young fellow there with his (expletive deleted) spread out all over the bench and floor, sittin' there staring at one of those (expletive deleted) cell phones.
When I go to my locker, I get done and I split. If there's somebody else there, I move over and give him room.
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