No, Dan, it's not just you.
I'm left-handed... I must have whined about lots of stuff over the years, and even now. When maybe I was about to turn 8, Mom sent off in the mail (we're talking before internet, back when you'd mail a check and an order form, wait about 3 1/2 weeks, and then get something) for a pair of left-handed scissors. They were big for my little hands, but the edges of the handles were sloped correctly, instead of digging into my hands.
Their sight wasn't designed to adequately accommodate collectors of vintage ball cards and such, especially not for selective, particular collectors from the 20th century.
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