I noticed her pick up the pencil with her left hand.
"Are you left-handed?" I asked, immediately wondering why I thought that a question worth asking.
"Yeah. VERY left-handed." She responded.
I blinked through my bewilderment as she related in detail the trials and tribulations of growing up as a south-paw in a world designed for the right-side dominant. My head bobbed as I contemplated why she qualified the degree of her left-handedness. Besides the occasional truly ambidextrous individual, I always figured a person was either left-handed or right-handed. I did not realize there were varying intensities to which one's hand-preference could be classified.
Her oration did not address this query, but finished by emphasizing, "VERY left-handed." Then she picked up her can of Diet Coke and took a swig. With her right hand.
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