It’s not easy to find a Ping-Pong companion in Manhattan.

One friend told me: “I haven’t played in years.”

Another friend said: “I have zero eye-hand coordination.”

“I prefer tennis,” an acquaintance told me.

Another person asked me: “Can’t we have a drink without playing Ping-Pong?”

I also heard: “I don’t do competitive sports with friends.”

A girl told me: “We used to have a Ping-Pong table in our garden, but the rain destroyed it. So I’ve become a worthless player.”

All valid arguments, I must say.