You sit opposite the opponent and out comes a clammy little hand, hanging limply from the wrist, it does not even attempt to shake your own hand, it just hangs there cold and lifeless in midair. As soon as your hand touches it, it recoils in fear and submission. A nauseating experience that makes you want to go to the bathroom and wash off the sweat, slime, and nostril debris that may have been transferred in the archaic ritual.
You sit opposite the opponent and out comes a clammy little hand, hanging limply from the wrist, it does not even attempt to shake your own hand, it just hangs there cold and lifeless in midair. As soon as your hand touches it, it recoils in fear and submission. A nauseating experience that makes you want to go to the bathroom and wash off the sweat, slime, and nostril debris that may have been transferred in the archaic ritual.
Is it time to do away with this revolting custom