I understand that we are cramped in here, and that we are probably a few lockers closer together then we'd like. Here's what's not helping the situation- You.
You have everything you own spread out all over the floor and the bench, to the point where it is in front of my locker. When I mention this, do you move it? No, you slide yourself to be behind me, instead of next to, but keep the same amount of distance- making the set up now VERY creepy.
Then you wander to the showers- with all your crap still spread out. When you come back, and, shockingly, I still need to get to my locker, do you slide your stuff over that time? Nope, just continue to stand 9 inches behind me as I try to get dressed. With your shoes under my locker door. And your towels on the bench directly behind me. I ended up with a square foot available to me to get dressed and ready to get back to work after my trainer kicking my ass for an hour.
I am filled with venom for you. You should be glad my mother raised me right, or your shit woulda ended up in the steam room.
and I would have laughed.
You suck ass and I hate you.
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