Have you ever wondered how to spot a left-handed person in a group of people just by observing their actions? It may seem easy at first, but when it comes to analyzing small details, many people struggle to find the correct answer.
In this intriguing puzzle, we have a group of individuals engaged in different activities—a chef, a computer user, a cleaner, a waitress, a photographer, and even a squirrel! The challenge is simple: Can you identify the left-handed person just by looking at their actions?
Take a close look at the image and test your observation skills. Let’s break it down step by step and see if you can get the correct answer!
Common Mistakes People Make in This Puzzle
At first glance, many people jump to conclusions too quickly, assuming that the hand holding an object determines whether a person is left-handed or right-handed. However, hand dominance is more complex than that! Here are some common errors people make when solving this puzzle:
- Assuming that the hand currently in use is the dominant hand – Some people use both hands for different tasks, so just because someone holds an object in one hand doesn’t mean it’s their dominant hand.
- Ignoring how objects are being held – A left-handed person might hold a tray in their right hand while using their left hand for more precise actions, such as serving.
- Focusing only on a single task – Some people might appear to use their right hand more often, but their overall posture and habits might indicate left-handedness.
- Forgetting that some tasks require both hands – Writing or using a mouse might be a clear indicator of hand dominance, but tasks like sweeping or using a camera require both hands, making it trickier to determine.
With these common mistakes in mind, let’s analyze each character in the image and find the true left-hander!
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Breaking Down Each Character’s Actions
Now, let’s carefully examine each person in the image and determine which hand they seem to prefer.
The Chef (Chopping Vegetables)
He holds the knife in his right hand while using his left to steady the vegetables. Most right-handed chefs use the knife in their right hand, making it unlikely that he is left-handed.
Verdict: He is likely right-handed.
The Computer User (Typing at a Desk)
This person is using both hands on the keyboard, making it difficult to determine dominance. Many left-handed people still use a mouse with their right hand due to default setups.
Verdict: Unclear—could be either left-handed or right-handed.
The Cleaner (Sweeping the Floor)
He is holding the broom with both hands, making it hard to determine his dominant hand. Most right-handed people place their right hand on top and left hand lower when sweeping, while left-handers may do the opposite. Without clear positioning, it’s hard to say for sure.
Verdict: Unclear, but he could be right-handed.
The Photographer (Taking a Picture of the Squirrel)
She is holding the camera with both hands, which is natural for photographers. The shutter button is typically on the right side of the camera, meaning she is pressing it with her right hand. Most right-handed people use cameras in this way, making it less likely that she is left-handed.
Verdict: Most likely right-handed.
The Squirrel (Eating a Nut)
The squirrel is using both hands, which is common for animals. Unlike humans, animals don’t have hand dominance in the same way.
Verdict: The squirrel doesn’t count as left-handed or right-handed.
The Waitress (Serving Coffee)
She is holding the tray in her right hand, which is an important clue. Left-handed people often use their right hand to carry things while keeping their left hand free for more precise actions. Since she is about to serve with her left hand, this suggests she is left-handed.
Final Verdict: The waitress is left-handed!
Why the Waitress is the Left-Handed Person in the Puzzle
There’s a simple trick to identifying left-handed people in real life: They tend to use their right hand for support and their left hand for actions requiring precision.
In this case:
- She holds the tray with her right hand to keep it stable.
- She serves with her left hand, which suggests that’s her dominant hand.
Most right-handed people would naturally do the opposite—holding the tray with their left hand and serving with their right hand.
This small but important detail reveals her true handedness, making her the left-hander in this puzzle!
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Encouraging Readers to Engage: Did You Get the Right Answer?
Now that you’ve gone through the step-by-step analysis, did you get the answer correct? Was your first guess right, or did you change your mind after reading the breakdown?
Share your thoughts in the comments!
- Who did you think was the left-hander before reading the explanation?
- Did you notice any other small details that might indicate handedness?
- Do you have any fun tricks for spotting left-handed people in everyday life?
Solving puzzles like this is a great way to sharpen your observation skills. If you enjoyed this challenge, try analyzing people around you in real life—you might be surprised by what you notice!
Keep testing your brain with more fun puzzles, and stay curious!
My MIL ‘Accidentally’ Dropped My Daughter’s Vacation Ticket Out the Window—But Karma Didn’t Need My Help
When Willa’s mother-in-law sabotages her daughter’s first vacation in the pettiest way imaginable, Willa chooses calm over chaos. But as karma begins to spin its own revenge, Willa realizes some battles don’t need to be fought because the universe already has her back.
I’ve always been careful about how I love. After my divorce, I learned not to hand my heart to just anyone… not even the people who come with wedding rings or promises of forever.
So, when I met Nolan, I didn’t fall fast. I let him earn us. Me and Ava, my daughter from my first marriage.
A smiling woman sitting on a porch step | Source: Midjourney
Ava, who has my nose and my laugh and a fierce little heart that refuses to break even when the world tries.
The best thing about Nolan?
He never hesitated. He walked right into our lives like he belonged, like we were never missing anything. He loved Ava like she was his own. Still does. If she skins her knee, he’s the first with a band-aid. If she has a nightmare, he’s at her door before I am.
A side view of a little girl | Source: Midjourney
To Nolan, she’s his kid. Period.
To his mother, Darlene? Not so much.
Darlene, picture pearls and pinched smiles, never said anything outright. She didn’t have to. It was in the way she’d buy two cupcakes instead of three. The way she’d pat Ava’s head like she was petting a neighbor’s dog.
A smiling older woman wearing a pearl necklace | Source: Midjourney
And the things she said?
“Isn’t it strange? She doesn’t look anything like you, Willa. Does she look like her father?”
Or my personal favorite.
“Maybe it’s better you waited to have a real family, Nolan. Not… this.”
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I bit my tongue so many times, I’m surprised it didn’t scar. I kept the peace, for Nolan’s sake. For Ava’s. But inside, I was always watching her. Calculating. Darlene wasn’t a monster, not really, but she was the kind of woman who saw children like mine as placeholders.
Still, I never expected her to actually do something. Not like this.
A few months ago, Nolan surprised us all with a trip to the Canary Islands. I’m talking about a beachfront resort, all-inclusive, everything planned to the last detail. He’d just gotten a work bonus and wanted to celebrate.
The exterior of a beautiful resort | Source: Midjourney
“Ava’s never been on a plane,” he said. “She should remember her first time as something absolutely magical, Willa. She deserves everything good in the world.”
She was thrilled. We all were. Until life did what it does best…
Nolan got called away to Europe a week before the trip. Business emergency. He was devastated.
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“You two go ahead,” Nolan said, brushing Ava’s hair behind her ear. “Mom and Jolene can help with the flight. I’ll join you if I can.”
Jolene is Nolan’s little sister. She’s sweet when she wants to be and likes to think of herself as a singer… but the girl is tone-deaf if you ask me.
Nolan looked gutted. Ava clung to his leg like a baby koala, her tiny fingers curled into his jeans. It took all of us ten minutes and two gummy bears to get her buckled into her booster seat.
A container of gummy bears | Source: Midjourney
“I want Daddy to come with us…” she said, her lower lip jutting out.
“I know, baby,” I said. “I want that too. But Daddy has to work for now. He might surprise us! So, we always have to be ready for him to show up, okay?”
She smiled at me and nodded slowly.
A close up of a sad little girl | Source: Midjourney
And that’s how I ended up in a rental car, the early morning sun slicing through the windshield, with Ava in the back humming her favorite song, her pink neck pillow around her shoulders, and her boarding pass clutched like treasure.
“Daddy said I had to keep it safe,” she said when I asked her about it.
Darlene was in the passenger seat, silent but smiling. Jolene sang along to the radio and scrolled endlessly in the back.
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Halfway to the airport, Darlene broke the silence.
“Can you roll the windows down?” she asked. “It’s a bit stuffy here.”
I cracked mine slightly. I preferred the AC but Darlene had issues with it and her skin.
“Much better,” she sighed and leaned toward Ava.
A smiling older woman sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney
“Sweetheart, let me see your ticket for a second. I just want to double-check the gate.”
Ava hesitated, then looked at me. I gave her a little nod.
She handed it over.
Darlene took it with a delicate, practiced grip. She examined it. She smiled at something only she seemed to see.
A smiling little girl wearing a yellow dress | Source: Midjourney
Then, just like that, she let it slip. A flutter of paper. A gasp of air. And the ticket soared out the window, caught in the wind like a bird freed from a cage.
“My ticket!” Ava screamed from the backseat.
“Well… isn’t that just a cruel twist of fate?” Darlene said.
And then she smiled at me. Like she’d won.
A boarding ticket flying out of a car window | Source: Midjourney
I slammed on the brakes. Jolene gasped.
“Look, I think fate just didn’t want the two of you to go,” Darlene continued.
She said it like she was talking about the weather. No regret. No panic. Just calm, casual cruelty.
A smug older woman | Source: Midjourney
I looked at her. Like I really looked at her. And I saw it. The satisfaction behind her eyes. That ticket didn’t slip out the window. It was sent out the window.
I almost lost it. My fingers clenched the steering wheel hard enough to ache. But I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry.
Instead, I breathed in, long and slow.
A young woman sitting in a car and using her phone | Source: Midjourney
“You know what?” I said, my voice sweet and calm. “Maybe you’re right. Fate has a funny way of working.”
I glanced at Jolene from the rear-view mirror. She looked frozen, unsure where to look.
I turned the car around.
“Wait, you’re not going to try to get on the flight? I’m sure the airport will…” Darlene said, her voice trailing off.
The interior of a quiet airport | Source: Midjourney
“No,” I said, calm and clear. “You go ahead. We’ll figure something out.”
We could have doubled back to the terminal. Found a kiosk. Maybe even get the ticket reprinted. But I knew we’d miss check-in by the time we got back. And honestly?
I didn’t want Ava to remember her first trip through tears.
A frustrated woman driving a car | Source: Midjourney
Ava sniffled in the backseat. I reached back and held her hand.
“I’m going to take the car back to the rental place,” I said. “You and Jolene can take another one.”
“But… you already rented this one!” Darlene exclaimed.
“In my name,” I continued. “I don’t want any liabilities.”
“Typical,” Darlene muttered under her breath.
A car rental parking lot | Source: Midjourney
“Hey, bug,” I said to Ava. “Want to get some pancakes later? Want to go on a secret adventure with Mom?”
“Can I get the dinosaur ones?” she asked, wiping her eyes.
“You bet, baby. Ronda at the diner will be so happy to see you!”
A smiling waitress at a diner | Source: Midjourney
My daughter beamed at me.
And just like that, we made a new plan.
The next few days were magic. Not the kind of magic that comes from airport gates or sun-drenched beaches. A quieter kind. Something stitched together with syrupy fingers and belly laughs.
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We had pancakes every morning. Dinosaur-shaped for Ava, chocolate chip for me. We visited the aquarium and stood silently in front of the jellyfish tank, her little hand curled into mine.
At home, we turned the living room into a sleepover den, blankets on the floor, popcorn in a bowl big enough for Ava’s toys to swim in, and glow-in-the-dark stars that we stuck to the ceiling with gummy tack.
She painted my nails (and fingers) five different colors and insisted on glitter. I let her. Even when I caught the shimmer on my pillowcase days later, I smiled instead of wiping it away.
A plate of dinosaur-shaped pancakes | Source: Midjourney
We were happy.
That’s what Darlene never understood. You can’t sabotage something this rooted in love. All she did was remind me how strong we were.
I didn’t tell Nolan right away. I let him think we’d made it. Let him breathe.
But when he finally texted us from his work trip… something changed.
A man texting on his phone | Source: Midjourney
“How was the flight, love? Did Ava love it?! Send pics of Ava’s first time on a plane! Love you. Both.”
I sent back a selfie of Ava and me in fluffy matching robes, faces covered in sparkly sticker stars.
“Didn’t make it, Nolan. Ask your mom why. We miss you.”
The phone rang five minutes later.
A little girl dressed in a robe and sparkly stickers on her face | Source: Midjourney
“What happened?” his voice cracked, tight and restrained.
I told him everything. The open window. The ticket. The smile.
Silence.
“She did this on purpose,” he said eventually. “I’m so sorry, Willa. I’m booking a return flight—”
An upset man looking out a window | Source: Midjourney
“Nolan, no,” I breathed in slowly. “Let her have her trip. Ava and I already got what we needed.”
He didn’t like it. But he understood.
“We’ll do our own trip,” he said. “Just us… I promise.”
And that? That promise was enough.
A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney
But karma wasn’t finished with her yet.
Two days after their flight, Jolene called me, breathless.
“You will not believe this,” she said. “Mom… fell.”
She launched into it like she couldn’t say it fast enough. Darlene had been strutting through a local artisan market, silk scarf around her neck, oversized sunglasses perched on her head, when she stepped on a wet tile outside a spice shop.
A local market | Source: Midjourney
They hadn’t even made it to the Canary Islands yet, all of this had happened during a layover.
Down she went.
Jolene said that it looked like something out of a slapstick comedy. One second she was lecturing a vendor about currency conversion, the next she was on the ground, limbs tangled, tourists staring.
She sprained her wrist and shattered the screen on her phone. But that wasn’t the worst part.
A shattered phone screen | Source: Midjourney
Her passport? Gone.
It had vanished somewhere between the market and the hospital. Stolen? Dropped? Nobody knew. No passport meant no flight home. Embassy visits, frantic forms, signature verifications.
Five extra days in a two-star motel that smelled like mildew and served eggs that bounced.
As for Darlene’s luggage? Rerouted to Lisbon.
When I told Nolan, he sighed.
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“Wait… so how’s she getting home?” he asked.
“She’s not,” I said, stirring my coffee. “Not for a while.”
He didn’t laugh, but his lips twitched on the video call.
“Seriously?”
“She’s at the mercy of government paperwork and bad continental plumbing.”
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“Wow,” he said, leaning back in his chair.
That was all he said. Wow.
“I’ll be home tomorrow,” he smiled. “We can take Ava to the carnival. Rob’s wife said that she’s taking their kids, too.”
A colorful carnival at night | Source: Midjourney
I didn’t gloat. I didn’t need to. The universe had done it for me, swift, elegant, and brutal. She wanted to control the trip? Now, she could enjoy her solo extension in what Jolene called the “European equivalent of a broom closet.”
Some things don’t need vengeance. They just need time.
Three weeks later, we were halfway through brunch — pancakes, eggs, real maple syrup, the works — when the front door creaked open without a knock.
A breakfast stack on a plate | Source: Midjourney
Darlene walked in like she still owned air rights to our house. Jolene followed a step behind, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else.
“Smells… cozy,” Darlene said, eyeing the plate of bacon on the table. Her wrist was still wrapped in a bandage and dark circles took up residence under her eyes.
I didn’t say a word. I just moved my coffee cup closer to Ava, who was happily dunking strawberries into whipped cream.
Strawberries and whipped cream on a table | Source: Midjourney
“We just wanted to stop by,” Darlene added, settling herself into a chair like she was the guest of honor. “Such a lovely morning for family.”
Nolan stood. Not quickly. Not angrily. Just… firmly.
“You’re not welcome here,” he said.
“Excuse me?” Darlene’s smile flickered.
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“You heard me,” he said. “You’re not welcome near Ava until you apologize for what you’ve done. And you’re not invited to anything in the future unless you start treating my wife and daughter like they matter.”
The silence that followed wasn’t awkward. It was… heavy.
“You’re joking,” she scoffed, eyes darting toward Jolene, who stared at the floor.
“I’m not,” my husband said simply.
A young woman looking at the floor | Source: Midjourney
Darlene stood up so fast that her chair scraped back like it had been burned.
“You’d throw me out?”
“I’m asking you to do better, Mom,” he said. “But until you can, yes, I’m choosing them.”
She didn’t slam the door when she left. That would’ve meant she cared enough to make noise.
A frowning man | Source: Midjourney
Instead, she walked out with that same frost-bitten dignity she always wore, dragging Jolene out with her.
And now? Just silence.
No Sunday calls. No little digs. Just a void where her control used to live.
And honestly? It’s the quietest peace we’ve ever known.
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