Just had a really awkward moment. Was in Panera, where I’d write more often if the damned internet worked. Anyhow, I’ve become friendly with one of the waiters, who I hadn’t seen in several weeks. He said, “Heeeey, how’s it going?” and stuck out his hand. He went pound, I went handshake. Then he went handshake, I went pound. Finally, we settled for the I-grab-his-fist-with-my-hand-while-smiling-awkwardly-before-slowly-backing-away. Needless to say, it wasn’t good.
In case there are any people out there who think sportswriters are cool, well, get a life.