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Leaning to the left

Today, August 13th, is Left-Handers Day. I’m not a southpaw myself, but my lovely wife is. I wish I’d known ahead of time; I would have gotten her a left-hand-appropriate gift.

There’s an amusing article in The Guardian about the day (yes, I know I said I wouldn’t read it any more, but they did away with the pop-up ad that annoyed me so much):

Luckily, as a writer I’ve avoided becoming one of the 2,500 people who are killed every year using right-handed products and machinery, and let’s face it, I’m unlikely to ever hack off a digit or a limb with a meat slicer. But I don’t rule out impaling myself with a pen, particularly if the smudging gets too annoying.

You mean that pens were right-handed too? Gonna have to get some left-handed pens at home. Living with a lefty, I have to say I didn’t realize how bad they had it until I did. Those left-handed scissors are a pain for me to use, giving me a small taste of what lefties go through life dealing with. So Happy Left Handed Day, honey!

Posted at 11:50 AM