Pootie and I were emptying the dishwasher the other day.
Me: Listen, I know this is going to make me sound really picky...
Me: Well, you know, I'm left-handed. And I have to make all kinds of accomodations for living in a right-handed world...
Pootie: Yes. So is President Obama. You should ask him how he adapts.
Me: Is he? I didn't know that. Or if I did, I didn't remember.
Pootie: Yes. He is. Hey, you know what the First Family wears to bed?
Me: That's really terrible. Don't go on the road with that one.
Pootie: heh heh heh
Me: Back to my utensil drawer.
Me: My utensil drawer.
Pootie: How old IS that wooden spoon?
Me: I got it when we got married, so 20 years. It's my favorite.
Pootie: I can tell. There's not much left of it. Looks like you've put it in the blender.
Me: I did once. Back to my utensil drawer. I know this is going to make me sound really picky, but I'm left-handed. And I'm pretty much the main cook here in the kitchen. This drawer is right next to the stove, and when I open it, I grab stuff out of it with my LEFT HAND. It would be really nice if I didn't have to grab it, then turn it around and fiddle with it. Would you mind just putting things in this drawer with the handles pointing to the left?
Pootie: Yeah, you're right.
Me: Thank you, that will make my life easier.
Pootie: No, you're right. That does make you sound really picky.