fist bump

over the past 5 or 6yrs, ive become a germophobe. the dénouement in this transformation occurred when renephew coughed up a batch of ebola virus on a slice of pizza i was eating. from that point on, ive been "germ dodgin".

one way to pick up a nice batch of germs is to carry on with one of our society's daily conventions- the handshake. somewhere, the biggest germ that ever crawled the galaxy is thinking, "hooray for the handshake, my modus operandi!"

but, when someone extends his hand to complete this physical cliche, can a germophobe, even politely, decline?

not without snubbing the handshaker. and maybe the handshaker is someone the germophobe needs to keep around. so, the germophobe handshakes away, then looks to get into the can and wash up. what a conundrum.

enter the fist bump. this blogger hopes and prays that the fist bump replaces the handshake forevermore. for the stodgy set (luddites without feed readers, tone dialing, or internet access;) that insist on the handshake, cliftonite is backwards compatible.

and for those of you that have reached a higher level of enlightenment: