On Left/Right Confusion

“So,” she said, lost in thought as her hand hovered over a mess of Post-it notes on the desk, “Is it by my left hand or my right?”

“Left”

“Uh…” she said in the way that betrayed the fact that she was a citizen of the colonies, “Which hand’s that?”

“Left. That side.”

I pointed, being no help whatsoever.

“Sorry,” she said, our brain-storming meeting taking a turn for the bizarre, “we drive on the other side of the road where I come from. I still can’t see it.”

I could. There, clear as day, was a Post-it note bearing the word “BAZOOKA”

“It.. it’s by your left hand. You drive on the right.”

“No I don’t – I can’t drive.”

“Bu… you started it.”

“And don’t you guys call your right hand your left over here?”

No point in arguing with this impeccable logic.

“You’re absolutely correct – it’s by your right hand.”

“Oh yeah – there it is. Why didn’t you say?”

On Left/Right Confusion

pongo

Cambridge, United Kingdom

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