"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?"
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Must have been a Yank. We Canucks know our right from our left, even if we do drive on the wrong side of the road, eh?
I know someone who had to have "L" and "R" written on their hands when taking their Institute of Advanced Motoring test because they couldn't remember which was which! (No, it wasn't me, my motoring isn't advanced enough for that.) He was a Brummie, though (like me!).
Anyway (ahem) could I just take this opportunity to thank Mr Duck for his jolly amusing blog. I've been creased up in fits of laughter many times (Example - wife... "What _ARE_ you reading?" and then having to explain - "The toilet seat nipped his arse and his wife thought it was a love bite!". I've never seen such a look of disgusted incomprehension).
Wishing you and Mrs Duck and ducklings (inc. Lucy Minogue) all the best for 2010,
Jim
Jim: Ta.
What's your problem? Surely that's not an abnormal communication between the sexes?
The more I explained, the worse it got!
God gave us an L on our left hands, for those of us who are hard of understanding. manys the time that's saved the day!
Which part of the Colonies, exactly??
Perhaps she had a neurological impairment. Or maybe she was just an idiot. These things happen.
Happy New Year!
There is a medical term for it but I can't be bothered to look it up.
I had to explain to someone the other day that while there is a time difference between us and Australia, the 16th of December would have still been a Wednesday in both countries.
My father, usually a highly intelligent man and often capable of quite advanced reasoning despite choosing to leave grammar school at 14 and work in his uncle's button factory, went upstairs to his office; he returned a couple of minutes later. "Ah. I was looking at the wrong month on the calendar". Senior moment.
Almost left right out.
Happy New Year to all chez Duck!
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