Two men were unwinding after a tennis game, their cheeks flushed, rackets tucked under the table. They uttered phrases I was not accustomed to hearing: “Wouldn’t it be nice to have a small private plane up there?” and “You could always go to St. Moritz.” As they stood to go, I saw they’d left a lousy tip.
Kio Stark
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i know these two… in fact, this fall they were playing tennis on court 15 outside of my bedroom window… they were not particularly good at the game and i’ve never heard the word “fuck” so many times in such a short period of time… so i took it upon myself to call over to the front desk of the exclusive athletic club next door to report the excessive profanity… i told the woman who answered the phone that i was enjoying the weather, windows open, doing homework with my young daughter… within moments, a golf cart pulled up to the court, a message delivered and the men grabbed their belongings and walked off… i couldn’t tell from the distance if they were embarrassed or angry… as they walked away, they looked up at my window… i waved goodbye… i live alone…
😀 So lousy people… Although I don’t really know what is the meaning..