Picky

Myself: You are wonderful.
Prodnose Thank you; I've worked hard to become so.
Myself: I admit it, you are better than I am.
Prodnose Then why are you smiling?
Myself: Because I know something you don't know.
Prodnose And what is that?
Myself: I... am not left-handed.
Prodnose You are amazing.
Myself: I ought to be, after 20 years.
Prodnose Oh, there's something I ought to tell you.
Myself: Tell me.
Prodnose I'm not left-handed either.