following the introduction, i extended my hand in a traditional gesture of greeting. but what i received in return was anything but traditional. to say that this fellow's palms were a little sweaty would be the understatement of the century. and to make matters worse, banker boy dragged out the duration of our handshake well beyond the customary moment or two.
when our hands finally parted ways, i was left to spend the next thirty minutes or so debating the terms of my current loan agreement with my new best friend. but try as i might, i just couldn't shake (again, no pun intended) that feeling of dampness simmering in my right hand.
amortization periods, interest rates, rapid paydown options.... none of it mattered at that point. for my greeting hand had just been violated in a manner that left me practically reeling in disgust. should i ask for a tissue? should i excuse myself and pay a quick visit to the men's room? should i steal a squirt of the hand sanitizer sitting on the desk before me? i mean, i didn't want to hurt the chap's feelings. but at the same time, this was supposed to be a very important tete-a-tete. thousands of dollars were on the line, after all. how could i possibly focus on negotiating a good deal for myself when i had this worrisome burden weighing so heavily on my conscience?
and suddenly, in the midst of all this internal tumult, i flashed back to that now serendipitous run-in a few weeks back with my old pal and his germophobic uncle just outside the kosher burger shack near my crib. the uncle who refused to shake my hand, as some of you may recall. and it made me wonder if the old man wasn't onto something there.
"genius is 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration.” - thomas edison
so tell me what i see when i look in your eyes
I hope you got a good mortgage rate even though you seemed to be clearly distracted.
ReplyDeleteIt would have been awesome if you he had hugged you too, and was sweating profusely all over. That would have been interesting. Or amusing for me to read x)!
T.D.