I went to Sears to buy a pair of eyeglasses. An optometrist checked my eyes for prescription lenses.
”Are you left handed,“ he asked.
”No, I’m right handed,” I replied.
”No, you are left handed,” said the optometrist.
I stared blankly at him wondering why or how he was commenting on my hands.
The next question was even more strange. “Where were you born?”
Debating whether I should protest the invasion of privacy, or just be congenial with harmless data, I said, “India.”
”Ah yes,” he said. “In India being left handed is frowned upon. You were born left handed, but your parents encouraged you to be right handed”.
They did? That was news to me. What was he going to say next?
My left eye is stronger than my right eye, it seems. Apparently, that is an indication that I’m supposed to be left handed.