I grip that shit, and rip it.
Motherfucker it is an honor for me to offer my hand.
I was taken back. I didn’t want to touch his hand at all. I’m always the firmest shaker. As soon as my hand sensed what it was touching, it made a decision before even my brain that it was not going to continue course.
I know how a handshake will go before I even touch their hand.
I extend my hand, halfway from my body. In a tilting motion.
It is very important to take control of a situation.
Listen, I completely understand the current of criticism that is running through your comments here. I’ve never had this happen since military school. It was through a glass bulletproof window opening. I went in too hot. I was selling a product. He was actually elevated behind the glass. All of the particulars were just off.
At the end of the day, yes, I feel shame for allowing this to happen. I’m planning to take vengeance tomorrow at 11am.
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