Fuming over Fumes

I've never played tennis in a bus terminus before and I can say with absolute certainty now that I would never want to. Of course, I've never really thought about it before. It would be rather strange to hit a ball around at a bus station and I'm sure it's not the venue choice of any tennis player. The Husband and I got an inkling of what it may be like yesterday though, when we were playing at our club. Over the weekend a big financial expo was being held at the convention centre adjoining the Royal Cliff Hotel, where our club is situated, generating a large number of vehicles all needing somewhere to park. Some official, who had obviously been dropped on his head at birth, thought it a fantastic idea to direct the coaches to park in an area behind the tennis courts. They were harmless for the first ten minutes of our time on court. Then they all simultaneously turned their engines on. Cue vast clouds of fumes ballooning out of the exhaust of each coach. Unluckily for us, the wind was blowing in our direction, sending the vile fumes directly at us. We played on for a couple of points before the coughing and spluttering became too much. By now, the fumes were actually visible, floating around the court and we were breathing it all in. Not the most pleasant environment to be playing tennis in. We immediately requested to move to a court further away from the idling buses but I continued to taste the acrid taste of those toxic fumes for at least a further half an hour. Presumably the divers were air conditioning their coaches to cool the interior before picking up its passengers but surely it doesn't take an hour and a half, the length of time they were running their engines before moving off. Clearly, the drivers were luxuriating in the cool of the air-conditioner without a care for the damage they were doing to the air quality outside. What did it matter to them? They were inside, nice and cool and probably asleep.