BY JILL MATLOW The other day I turned around and was staring into a big black hole. You probably think that metaphorically speaking I was deep in thought, ruminating about my problems and staring off into the distance. But I was in my yoga class. And it wasn’t a big black hole, but someone’s big black shirt rolled up into a ball and placed at the back of my yoga mat in a crowded class. The class had already started so I didn’t feel comfortable picking up the shirt and asking the member (albeit passive-aggressively) if perhaps she could put her shirt into one of the empty cubbies in the back of the room where people put their...you guessed it, clothes and purses!
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