When I was an undergrad in college, one of the guys in our dorm had only a right arm. His left arm was missing from just below the shoulder.
There was a shared kitchen on the ground floor of the dorm, where students could make their own meals. One morning in the kitchen he and I got to talking.
At some point he mentioned that he played in the University orchestra.
“What instrument,” I asked, “do you play?”
For just the briefest of moments a look of exasperation flickered across his face.
He recovered quickly. Then he answered “The trumpet”.