In a Right-Handed World

Who knew there could be such thing as a right-handed butter knife? Let's just say breakfast on the first morning of my trip both began and ended in tears (although not really). I came in prepared to fend for myself and TA-DA there was a table that said "Laktose Frei Gluten Frei." I got a little choked up, I'm not going to lie. I may have done a very tiny happy dance, and the chances are good that a squeak emitted from my diaphragm. However, when I went to spread my Nutella, I noticed that it was all being eaten by the butter knife. Some handcentric person invented the plastic knife with a huge groove, allowing only right-handed use to be practical. What is this world coming to? Don't worry, having grown up left-handed I, like my fellow minority, have learned to adapt. Survival of the fittest, my friends. I'd like to see you use a left-handed butter knife. Although I have noticed that Germans eat with either hand. Maybe that point is negated. But the real point is, good thing I was able to rise above, otherwise I would have had a Nutella-less breakfast. Which would have been a shame after having already overcoming so much.

I'm not sayin'; I'm just sayin'.