Shaking hands is such a precarious exchange. Outcomes are so uncertain. And less than stellar outcomes are so unnerving. It's no wonder that Howie Mandell and the Japanese do not like to shake hands. They really know what's up.
I must admit, when it's good, it's good. There ain't nothin' like a solid hand shake. This one time, I shook an old man's hand that felt like a big, warm, fluffy pillow. I wanted to curl up and take a nap in his palm (and use his long white beard as a blanket, but that's another story--this is about hands!).
With that said, so much can go so wrong, so fast! Your shakee could have dead fish hand. Worse, painful kung fu grip. Worser, try something ~*funky*~. Worsest, cough or give the appearance of malaise. YIKES!
Today I shook someone's hand (twice!) and it felt like it was going to snap off at the joint, leaving me standing with a hand in hand, blood everywhere. Very, very disconcerting.