Sam lived to sixty, never learned his left from right, and didn’t care to. In parade formation, Sam was positioned at the front. To his surprise, everyone carried a trombone and wore a variation of cargo pants or joggers. Sam wore jeans and, per instructions by the Parade Marshall, had brought a kazoo instead of trombone.
Seems the Marshall was having a laugh at Sam’s expense. He should have known better than to trust a man in mismatched socks.
“Right Foot!” The Marshall shrieked, “Forward!”
Sam cursed.
Fist clenched around his kazoo, he morosely stepped forward with his left foot.
Ben Stewart 
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