Have you ever been on a receiving end of a bone crushing, near tear-jerking handshake? It is like the person on the other end, usually a dim-witted jock type, is trying to break your hand in an effort to assert how filled with testosterone, or “testosterony,” they are. Ah, “testosterony” the real San Francisco treat, but that’s another blog. Anyway, I have a hand sprain thanks to this mofo that I interviewed today as part of my audit. Maybe I should direct him to a site that teaches proper etiquette.

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