Hand of shame17 May 2014
I have, like the vast majority of humans and humanoid creatures on this planet, a right hand. I’m naturally left-handed but the right is used frequently. Doors, steering wheel, scissors, shaking others’ hands… though the list is not endless, ‘versatile’ is a fair description
My right hand has a special purpose, a now-open secret going back nearly 10 years…
My wife hasn’t picked the phrase ‘Hand of Shame’ randomly, nor was it chosen by accident. Not really.
The first time was on holiday/vacation - a cruise down the River Nile. The second on our Honeymoon, at the Blue Waters Resort, Antigua. When our first daughter arrived we had a brief period of respite, which ended a couple of years after a very successful and mercifully-brief potty training period.
It’s a small hand, almost unnaturally small for a man. It’s matched very well indeed to its companion. It’s called upon to go to places a man’s hand ought not to fit - in short, it’s likely more versatile than yours. Unless, that is, you can play the piano or do impressive prestidigitation. In which case mine’s floundering in your right-man-hand’s wake.
Now, do you recall I mentioned it’s used for shaking hands? At this point you should engage your imagination…
A few minutes ago, with a tiny amount of assistance from the writer, and with no safety net, it unblocked our toilet.