I have a lot of clothes.
I mean a lot of clothes.
What I don’t have a lot of, however, is bags to carry them in.
Especially to the gym.
I’d say I have two, in fact. A black gym bag that’s recently been converted into a t-ball bag, and an old green Nike gym bag that I’ve had since roughly the Monica Lewinsky days.
Sadly, however, I’ve worn her out (my bag, not Monica). Two big holes in her, in fact. And today, with much regret. I retired her for good.
That Old Bag served me well and often, and I will miss her.