Hockey Times

So sporting events... not our thing. Here's the thing, I love hockey! Like more than life but crowds I'm a little less fond of. Only because of my lack of people skills. So tonight Margo and I dragged ourselves (almost literally) out of the house to attend a game. We should have stayed in bed. Our lack of social skills came out to play tonight!

Awkward situation #1: The concession stand.
We decided we were feeling peckish and felt we deserved a nice treat after a long week so we head on over to the concession stand for some soft pretzels and cheese. As the girl was counting out the change we were waiting for the order and one of the workers gets some nachos ready and holds them out to us obviously trying to give them to us. Having not ordered nachos we were not expecting them and therefore did not take them. So we just stood there, staring at her as if we had never seen such a thing. Until finally she says "Are these not yours?". We just awkwardly replied "No... we had pretzels" then we put our heads down in shame and waited for our appropriate food.

Awkward situation #2: Margo and the drinking fountain.
Apparently salted pretzels and cheese make one thirsty. Whilst I was sipping from the fountain Margo had a lovely encounter of her own. A boy (14 or 15 ish) approached. He was wrapped in a blanket (understandable, hockey games are somewhat chilly) so Margo gave him a complimentary chuckle and then proceeded to spin out of his way. Yes ladies and gentlemen, spin. I made her reenact this for me once we got home, it was lovely.

Awkward situation #3: The cell phone drop.
So I'm a klutz. Kind of common knowledge. And tonight was no exception. I pulled out my phone and it immediately jumped out of my hands and onto the floor. Instead of acting normal about it I screamed. (I should let you know that I am a screamer. All the time, at anything. I believe Bangles mentioned that in her post about our TV show watching) Anyways, I drop my phone, scream, and everyone in the near vicinity looks at me as I reach down to pick it up, giggling and red in the face.

At that my friends is why we try to keep our time spent out in public to a minimum.
Dearly yours, Bindi

p.s. (Margo here) Bindi and myself do some major, major crushing on the Zamboni driver whom we affectionately named Pablo. (His name is obvious Pablo, not something realistic like Zach... psh...) anyways he is the reason I go to the games. Pablo is a solid 8.5, Pablo with glasses is easily a ten. Thanks for failing that eye test Pablo. ;)

Yours truly,
Margo