I know I can do anything I set my mind to…be anything I want to be. But even if I lived in England and were the appropriate age…
I could never be a Wimbledon ball girl.
Does she smile? Never. Appear to enjoy the match or be affected by the tennis legends that are playing mere meters — yes, meters, it is in England — away?
Not a chance.
She’s severe. Precise. Efficient. Her top stays tucked into her skirt, even after she sprints across the court to retrieve a loose ball. And most important of all….
She can aim the tennis ball when she throws it.
Shoot — give those ball girls a superhero movie with a summer release date. They’re not human!