The Left Handed Thing (again)

So a few weekends ago I was at the lovely Greek Theatre at UC Berkeley, melting in the sun before being let in to see Matt Nathanson, Guster, Howie Day, and O.A.R, when suddenly The Beer Bracelet Guy stopped by to bless me with my beer bracelet.

Being left handed, I of course hold out my left hand so the bracelet will not rub against my watch, on my right hand.

He looks me square in the eye. "Right hand, please."
Annoyed, I switch hands and whine, "But it will mess with my watch because they rub together."

To my surprise and delight, friend Maren chimes in with, "She's doing that because she's left handed, you know." Yay, Maren, yay.

Beer Bracelet Guy smiles and says, "You know, there's a lot of lefties here today."

Hah! I knew it!

"That's because we are slowly coming back to steal the world from all of you Righties," I reply in my best evil-genius voice.

Again, we make eye contact and he says, "You know what's weird? All of them have been saying the same thing!"

"That's because it's true."

He chuckled and walked away, but I think I gave him a good scare.