I’m very pleased not to be
obsessive about dust, dirt, grime and things icky. I strongly wish, however, to avoid shaking
hands with you when we meet. It’s not a
phobia or anything like that, it’s just that having the mind that I do, I tend
to envision all sorts of microscopic turmoil taking place on that pork chop
you’re sticking out there.
Taking hold of your hand and
shaking it up and down does nothing for either of us. It is a ritual established by early morons
who, for whatever reason, felt the need.
I do not.
Don’t even think about the
fist-bump, although it provides far less surface area, thus reducing exposure,
it displays a mannerism more suitable to primates.
In short, when we meet, stand
up wind, don’t reach out and we’ll get along just fine.
Signed;
Ann Tiseptic
1 comment:
WHAT!!! No Hug Either????
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