My team is going to Districts next week; I have been injured; I needed to practice my serve today. I went to a neighborhood court. The posted rules are that anyone on the court must vacate on the hour, and the courts are for tennis only. I arrive at 12:52. I see a man and his dog on the court. I put my hopper and tennis bag near the fence and sit on the bench, watching. The man is hitting a tennis ball way up in the air with a racket; the dog fetches it. After a couple of minutes, I guess he could feel my death stare. He says, "This is the best way to tire [the dog] out!" I replied, "Yeah." One o'clock comes and goes. The man turns to me and says, "Are you waiting for the court?" I replied, "Yes, I'm going to practice my serve." The man says, "OK, just a few more minutes." The man and dog continue to play fetch, and I hear something behind me. It is a 12-year old boy and his father, I suppose. They have tennis rackets, and it looks like the dad has sent the boy up closer to claim the court, as the boy has an uncomfortable look on his face. The man with the dog see them and says, "Come on Ruby, there are tennis players who want to play." Man and dog leave. I pick up my hopper and bag, walk to the near baseline, and set up the hopper on the hash. I say to the dad, "Sorry, I've been waiting for the court." The dad says, "It's OK, you can serve and we'll stay out of your way. Go to the other side, Billy." The boy looks like he would like to be anywhere else and says, "There's no shade over there!" I hesitated and said, "You know, the high school has plenty of courts. And I am going to need to serve to both sides." The dad says, "Don't worry, I do this all the time. Just tell us when you want to switch." I stood there, trying to figure out how this is going to work. Meanwhile, the man and son started playing mini-tennis, with the dad at the deuce service line and the son opposite him. OK, how on earth am I supposed to serve with someone on the service line? What if I hit the kid in the face with an errant serve? How am I supposed to concentrate? I started picking up my stuff to leave. As I opened the gate, the dad said, "Hey, you don't need to leave! We won't be in your way." I said nothing and slammed the gate extra hard on my way out. I thought about making a stink, as this is a fight I could win if I wanted to. Heck, I could just serve one directly into the dad's back until he got the message. But I have adult children now, and they have told me many stories of times they were embarrassed or uncomfortable about some little thing that I thought nothing of at the time. This poor kid was being dragged to the courts on a boiling August day, and his dad is a bit of a jerk. If I have a confrontation with Jerk Dad, that just hurts the son. I practiced at the high school.