Which End is Better

"Is everything good also bad?"
                                   ~ Laura Read

I'm not good either at driving. I came
to driving late. Unlike the way kids here
take driver's ed in high school, I was almost
30 when I got behind the wheel. My father
had a Mitsubishi Galant, which he bought 
but himself could not drive. He hired a man 
named Bruno with one lazy eye and a head 
of white hair to drive for him 6 days a week 
and as needed. I guess I'm good enough
at driving local, but terrified of getting on 
the expressway. That's why on the whole,
I think I'm a bad driver. I'm also bad at reading
maps. I look for landmarks to memorize:
gnarled trees, old buildings, the high school
across from the middle school; the church-
yard where every Wednesday in summer
there's a farmer's market. But I'm pretty good 
at reading the room for weird energy signals
coming from whoever's there, who I'd rather
not shake hands with. I'm good at finishing 
most tasks I've been given, and bad at saying 
no. I'm good at poaching eggs with no need
for fancy equipment. An old, dented pan, 
boiling water; I turn off the heat, slide each 
egg in, and cover the lot with a lid. I leave it 
undisturbed while I toast bagels and set 
the table. Then I lift them gently out of
the water. Do you also find it hard not to wear 
your heart on your sleeve? I'm bad  at hiding 
my own true feelings. But for the most part, 
when asked to pass the butter and the butter
knife, I remember I'm not supposed to point
the tip outward toward its recipient. What
am I supposed to hold then—the blade?