A five without an answer...

I think high fives are ridiculous. Low tens are just absurd. But, I will admit to offering my hand up a few times over the years – mostly during my hockey playing days when the alternative was an ass slap or god forbid, a ball-shaving. The most amusing thing I’ve taken away from the whole thing are the times when the high five is not returned because the person being propositioned did not see the gesture. The incredible seconds in which the person with their hand in the air just lingers, not quite knowing what to do. They know that others have seen their attempt at a high five.  All eyes are on them. It must be a very lonely time. I love seeing the person standing alone, sheepishly moving their hand, desperately hoping that their efforts do not go unnoticed. Seconds pass. Ten. Then 20. They have to do something.  I’ve actually seen people pretend that they were in fact fixing their hair or itching their scalp to cover up the failed high five. Futile. Everyone saw the boyish exuberance in their eyes as they raised up their hand. It’s no use.  Lower your hand and put it in your pocket. Because the only thing worse than a high five is one that’s unanswered. An unanswered low ten? Well you’ve just opened Pandora’s box.