Left-Handed

A man walks up to me. It's as if he's thinking out loud:

Man: But of course, you are left-handed. 

Me: Yes, I am. So, I guess this means you are left-handed, as well. 

Man: No. Every left-handed person I know is crazy. 😳

He babbled some more. Nonsense. Silly things. Led me to believe some of my well-meaning 

friends are perhaps trying to hook me up. Y'all, seriously...

On another note, my crazy left-handed self makes a mean taco soup. After a busy day and a tough workout, Maggie Rose, George W, and I sat down for a nice quiet meal. No one complained. 

My buns of steel are tired tonight.