I was ten minutes into a morning tennis lesson with my ex wife and her son, when an older man came up to me from outside the fence when I was picking up balls for the next drill. He had something to tell me, that was clear. He wore the sleek attire of a serious athlete. He was probably on a routine fitness walk through the park. He held out a phone and informed me that he had just called 911 because a man inside a portable toilet, the one I was now looking at 30 yards away from the court, had apparently trapped himself inside, was screaming, and also attempting to free himself with a knife, even though he had apparently chained himself inside.
Tennis Lesson (Part 2)
Tennis Lesson (Part 2)
Tennis Lesson (Part 2)
I was ten minutes into a morning tennis lesson with my ex wife and her son, when an older man came up to me from outside the fence when I was picking up balls for the next drill. He had something to tell me, that was clear. He wore the sleek attire of a serious athlete. He was probably on a routine fitness walk through the park. He held out a phone and informed me that he had just called 911 because a man inside a portable toilet, the one I was now looking at 30 yards away from the court, had apparently trapped himself inside, was screaming, and also attempting to free himself with a knife, even though he had apparently chained himself inside.