The 72nd in our 118-part series.
Making It Easier to Make Friends
We make no bones about the fact that we’re socially inept. What can we say? Being best friends with one’s sister from Day One leaves very little motivation to get out to meet people! But we have actually, on many occasions, engaged in interactions, from the mingling to the meaningful, with perfect strangers. The one thing that makes this terrifying activity a little less gut-wrenchingly awful is hockey. Walking around our respective college campuses in hockey sweaters meant we were assured at least one “Hey, hockey fan? Nice!” per outing. The NHL bumper stickers on the cars in the driveway of stately IPB Manor sparked many a lively and spirited interaction with our UPS man. He used to park in the street and we’d shout down to him from our second story kitchen; we’re sure the neighbors were delighted to hear all about the Devils and Flyers . (He also once flagged us down in town one Spring day to say, “Wait! I have something in the truck for you from the Devils!” He came back a minute later with our Playoff tickets. “I wouldn’t want to leave those outside your door without knowing you were there to pick them up!”) Having season tickets meant we saw the same people all the time and knew we all had at least one thing in common that we could talk about — we all agreed Patty Elias should finish more often. Hockey brings people together, even people so introverted they don’t leave the house without their potted plants to hide behind.