
We live a storey below the Sheraton‘s elevated tennis courts.
At least once a week a wayward tennis ball comes bouncing down our alley and as no one ever comes after them we’ve taken to picking them up.
Originally we thought we’d give them to friends’ kids or dogs but mostly they just clutter mantlepieces and shelves as their numbers grow.
I wonder…
Hey Sheraton, how many do we have to return to receive lobster buffets for two?


haha, this is funny – me & my tennis friends never run after the lost balls either.
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