So, Joe has never met this person he's only heard what R has told him about. He begins filling me in on all of her interests and attributes: she's short (good because R is about 4'9", okay maybe 5'), she's outdoorsy, likes to hike and whatnot, she has a daughter, she likes to play hackey sack, she....
Hackey sack, she likes hackey sack.
How is that something to list on a get to know you list? Hackey sack? Good God.
I like hackey sack, why do you have to shit on everything I do?
Um, we've been together 6 years and I've never seen you play hackey sack. So, I'm hardly shitting on everything you do.
I have a hackey sack in my truck.
Well, this conversation went on waaaaaay too long and was highy focused on how could I not like hackey sack. What is wrong with hackey sack? Why don't you like it? You just aren't coordinated enough to play that's why you don't like it.
True. If I ever did try to play I would inevitably kick myself in the head and the person next to me in the balls. I've also seen enough adolescent boys play this ridiculous "game" in a circle that I know that I wouldn't enjoy it. I'd rather play 4-square, now that's a game.
This converastion ended with me saying that if he ever did play hackey sack in the yard I would take that ball and throw it over the fence.
Joe: Blink...blink...IT'S NOT A BALL!
Me: Falling off the bed in hysterics.