At work, overhearing talk about hockey games... (PS - didn't we all vow to stop caring about hockey when we lost to Canada in the Winter Olympics last year?)
"How about that game?"
"A real nail-biter."
"How about that [player I can't remember]?"
"Yeah, he used to be our closer."
At some point around this time, they notice me - silent in the corner of the room.
"Kelley, are you into hockey?" (Sarcasm noted)
Me: "Oh absolutely. You know, with the hip checks and the three periods and all....no, I'm not into hockey."
They do know that hockey players lose their teeth to stray pucks and that girls like boys to have ALL of their teeth when they smile at us sheepishly, right?