I love convenience. I don’t think I’m in the minority on this — I love it when things are easy. I particularly love it when I buy tickets for a sporting event and, instead of waiting a week for those tickets to show up in the mail, I can just print them out and enjoy the peace of mind of having them already in hand — not to mention the joy of staring at them, knowing that I’ll get to attend said event.
I also am quite sentimental. I save just about everything as long as it has some sort of personal meaning. I have shoeboxes filled with old Christmas cards, old photos — and old tickets to sporting events. Yes, I have ticket stubs going all the way back to 1986, and every once in a while when I’m feeling kinda sentimental, I open up the box and go through my ticket stubs so that they can remind me of all the good times I’ve had at stadiums around the country.
I’ve found that these two ideals, convenience and sentimentality, aren’t exactly complementary. Case in point: For Los Angeles Kings games over the last few seasons, I’ve been getting exclusively print-at-home tickets, which normally get folded up 10 different ways and stuffed in my pocket after they’re used to get me in the arena and help me find my seat. Two days later I find them sitting on my desk, ink smudged and creased beyond repair, and so I typically throw them away. No big deal, right? I go to so many Kings games that they sometimes blend together anyway. And maybe that means I’m not as sentimental as I thought I was.