“Any antics at the gym today?”

“No. Well I almost told this woman off,” he said.

“What did she do?”

“She insinuated I was a dumb ass.”

“How?”

He explained and he was right. She was definitely insulting him. “Haughty” would be the word. “Yep, she was insinuating all right.” (swearing below the break)

“Yeah, and I almost said listen here you skunk-headed bitch.”

“Skunk-headed?”

“Yeah, she’s got hair like a skunk. Black hair with one of those white streaks in it? She looks just like a skunk. She’s an old lady with skunk hair and I almost told her off. She doesn’t know me and she doesn’t want to know me, P.”

“Oh. I know who you mean,” I said. “Yoga-looking woman? She does yoga.”

“Yeah, yoga-looking.”

“Yeah, I know her. I can see her acting like that. She thinks I’m a peon too.”

“Yeah, yoga. I ought to have told her, listen here you skunk-head. Why don’t you go find your mantra and leave me the fuck alone?”

I roared.

“Yeah! Some of us have things to do in this world. Why don’t you go play with a (yoga) ball somewhere? You don’t want to be messing with the likes of me, ya old skunk! You do and you’ll be sorry.”

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