We wave with our hands up high, palm extended toward the person to whom we draw near. In the movies, this takes place in a crowded airport or train station, and of course the other person sees you right away, instead of being occupied staring at the candy machine, trying to figure which flavor of LifeSavers to get. No, they see you, give a little wave back, and then, in a trice, the two of you are hugging or exchanging spy information with an undercover agent or shaking hands and heading down to get a cheese sandwich for lunch.
I watch too many old movies on TCM. I mean it.
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These ancient customs don't have to be accurate, just ancient.
Along the same lines, how about shaking hands? There is research to indicate that this practice goes back to Greece in the 5th Century BC, and that was long before the discovery of the vast lake of whipped alcohol we now call Lake Purell.

But at least while you're home getting over the H1N1 virus, at least you know nothing bad was going to happen to you.
This is why I'd rather fist bump!
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