Who Goes Left?

I was at a dinner gathering last night. The usual chit chat and food ensued. Later in the evening the herbalist began herbalizing and that was my cue to skidaddle. Yes I used the word skidaddle and am dang proud of it.

I was doing my rounds, saying goodbye, the uncomfortable hugs with particular individuals was required.

My last few goodbyes were lined up, including this one guy I met earlier in the evening; he was odd looking but an interesting conversationalist. He had a scraggle tooth and as he spoke all I could do was look at this tooth and wonder why his parents did not fix it? I missed out on half of his witty banter doing this.

Scraggle puts his arms out, I hesitated, then decided it was rude not to reciprocate however I wanted it to be brief. HE WENT LEFT! Who goes left? When you hug goodbye your head goes to the right it does not go left. This is standard hug goodbye etiquette. For a millisecond I thought he was going in for a kiss and I recoiled and announced with a rancorous tone, "Who goes left, you're going left, I feel awkward." We bobbed our heads back and forth and I finally gave in to the left headed hug goodbye.

It is creepy.