Unsolicited Advice

I marched straight onto the asphalt court because frankly, watching those clumsy teenagers attempt free throws was giving me a headache. One bounced a battered basketball right past me, so I planted my foot on it and told them their form was utterly pathetic. If they want to impress anyone, they could at least learn how to flick their wrists properly instead of flailing around like toddlers. Naturally, none of them appreciated genuine expertise, so I just kicked their dusty ball away toward the fence and walked off. Total waste of my time.