As I extended my hand to his, I noticed a red blotch on his hand. I wanted to pull away, but the constraints of etiquitte made me follow through. We shook hands as he re-introduced himself to me. I pulled away and the tackiness of that skinless patch transferred itself to my hand. One day (and multiple washes) later, I believe I still feel it.
Next time I will just wave and say, "Hey...how's it going?"
By the way, I just noticed that this is the 100th post on "Cuter in Bunny Ears!!" Thanks to all of the awesome guest artists who collaborated with me to make the world a cuter place. Let's keep going, shall we?