Maxine was right-handed, but for some inexplicable reason, when eating an ice cream in a cone, she always held it in her left hand. An ice cream was the only thing she used her left hand for and she had no idea why.
Suddenly! One day! Out of the blue! While eating an ice cream in the park! Maxine was approached by a man with a microphone. The local television station was doing some sort of promotion and the man had been sent to grab the first left-handed person he saw, give them five hundred dollars, and ask them to be part of a left-handers’ television competition.
Five hundred dollars! Maxine couldn’t resist!
The first thing she had to do – there were two other left-handed competitors – was to have a game of darts. Maxine had never played darts in her life. She threw the darts at the board indiscriminately with her left hand. She won! The other two were useless!
The next thing they had to do was to thread a needle. Maxine couldn’t see the needle eye, let alone use her wrong hand to poke the cotton through. But! She did it! She won! She won!
The other two contestants broke down in tears. They admitted ashamedly that they were really right-handers in for the money. Maxine was horrified. How dare they! How dare they! Deceit, she declared to the television camera, is rampant in the world today.
How right she was – in more ways than one.
Irony – wonderful
Thanks, Deb.
Ah, Bruce, another story of Machiavellian betrayal!!! As an ambidextrous person, heh, heh, I wouldn’t mind being approached to be a lefty or righty…
You’d be able to weed with one hand and plant with the other!
AND do two handed weeding!
At the height of your coming Spring, I suspect two-handed weeding would be a great help!
I’ve been known to do it!
I am right handed in all things except golf. And I am left foot dominant when I snowboard, which I only used to do as a younger, more nimble person. No one has ever offered me money for these skills. But I’d take it in a heartbeat.
I THINK it was Bob Charles who was the first left-hander to play professional golf. I’ve only played once, and that with my right hand. After losing 7 golf balls in the first two holes, I retired. I always used to open doors (turn the handle) with my left hand.
That’s pretty much exactly how well I play, too.
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That is a brilliant story! It is the stories like these that leave me with tears of joy. It tells us so much more than the story of the girl who always held the ice cream cone in her left hand for ‘some’ reason she didn’t know.
Thanks, Uma. Although – I should really have had one of the darts pierce the heart of the promotion man or land in the eye of the television compere…
I understand that, Bruce. You efforts to control your urges have been admirable and heroic.
The heroic control of my urges is certainly something to be admired!!
I just love Maxine’s indignation at the end.
Yes – I rather enjoy that bit!!
Apparently my Uncle Roy, when batting, would switch from right to left as the ball was delivered. They all do it now. He must have set a trend. Most unfair to bowlers who have to declare which hand they are going to deliver the ball with.
I too had an Uncle Roy. We’re probably related!
Now there’s a thought
I’m right handed, and hold everything as expected unless I am ( occasionally ) playing with a Frisbee in which case I throw it with my left. I’ve no idea why this is !
You never know what dog’s mouth a Frisbee has been in. Holding it in your left hand is undoubtedly Nature’s way of saving you from possible zoonotic diseases.
Good thinking 🙂