A friend of mine related a story about her brother, who had suffered an injury years ago which weakened one arm and limited the amount of weight he could carry. This was particularly notable because her brother was in the construction business.
One day, on a job where concrete blocks had to be moved from the delivery site to the actual work site, he was helping several other workers. But while he could only carry one concrete block at a time, they were each carrying two.
The site supervisor came over and asked her brother why he was only carrying one block while the others were toting two.
He replied: “Because they’re too damned lazy to make two trips!”
That reminds me that I have an iffy left arm. It dates back about 25 years when (drunk) I tried to lift my sister up by her shirt collar a la Darth Vader in the opening scenes of Stars Wars when he strangles a poor Rebel (you either know what i mean or you dont) Needless to say trying to lift my sister (who is now 5ft 10 inches) with one hand was a bad idea. I crumpled to the floor having pulled a tendon. My sister nearly wet herself laughing and I am now unable to to anything with my left arm (except lift a wine glass) Thanks for bringing all those happy memories back!