The eleventh Kid Gloves comic from 2007. This is actually based on what I used to do as a kid. My father used to take me to a tennis club (because he couldn't get a babysitter) and all they had to play with was a musty pool table. None of us kids knew how to play the game, so we ended up just rolling the things around on the table until some impatient adult got in our faces.

These days I can see it from the adult's point of view, but in general, if we hadn't been stuck on the outskirts of Vegas waiting for Dad to play his tennis game, we wouldn't have been doing such things.