great power, great responsibility
In our final year of university, Glover and I went halves in a pair of wrist expander, hand-strength springy exercise thingos. The sole purpose of them was to build up our hand strength to the point that we could crush the Dean’s hand when receiving our degrees at graduation. As it turned out, someone else was handing out the degrees, and she was (a) a she; and (b) not the youngest of shes. Neither of us was man enough to crush the hand of a little old lady, so we both chickened out.
Going through some old stuff in the long, slow unpack the other day, I came across my wrist expander, hand-strength springy exercise thingo. It now lives on my desk at work, readying me for next time I meet someone new…