When being lefthanded is an advantage

It happens so infrequently it's worth remarking on.

I went to the bank, the drive-through like always.

I prefer the lane closest to the glassed-in teller, so I can put my stuff in the drawer that slides out instead of into one of those cylindrical containers that ride the pneumatic tube up and back.

Anyhow, today I'd neglected to sign this or that and the teller said a signature was required and pushed the drawer back out along with a pen.

Guess what?

All I had to do was pick up the pen with my left hand and sign.

No need to twist around in my seat, no need to unlock my seat belt, no taking the slip into the car and putting it on something firm — the slide-out drawer was designed for the left-handed scrivener/driver.

Sweet.