Man, my right arm is sooo sore from playing tennis the past few days. It’s good exercise, though.
While we were playing today, I lopped a ball over the fence. It landed about 25 feet from a picnic table that was being occupied by a family and their little brats. I say brats for a reason, so read on.
Well, we decided to leave the ball there until we were done using them all, then we’d gather them up. In the meantime, I happened to notice one of the boys that had been sitting at the table run over to the general vicinity of where the ball landed, and figured he was going to be nice and throw it back over the fence. Except he didn’t. So then I thought maybe his baseball had landed there too (he was in uniform). Joe didn’t notice this because his back was to that side of the court.
So a little bit later, Joe went to get the ball and even though I was on the other side of the court, I could tell he couldn’t find it. I walked over to that side and motioned for him to come up against the fence. I told him I thought I saw one of the boys take it. So he went over to the people and asked if anyone saw a tennis ball and they all said no. So he said, “It looked like one of the boys ran over and picked it up.” Then all of a sudden the boy pulls the tennis ball out of his bag. Joe said to him, “Next time don’t lie” and walked away. The kid’s dad just laughed. Yea, I’m sure it’s funny that you’re not teaching your kid to be honest. I would have never thought to take someone’s tennis ball when I was that kid’s age (10-12 years old).
This, my friends, is the kind of children that are being raised. It starts off small like this, but it’s situations like these that shape what type of adult you become. And I’d be very afraid if I were you. People are rude and inconsiderate enough, we don’t need people like that father clouding the gene pool.