Today's OneWord: Beehive
The lady who approached me in front of the office had a beehive and full pink lips, sticky with the gloss I had seen her apply at her desk. As she offered a limp hand, hooked almost like a talon, for me to shake, I looked at her.
"What's this?" I asked.
She furrowed her penciled brow at me. "It's a lady's handshake. You're a lady. We shake hands like ladies."
"Uh uh," I dissented. "You shake hands with me like a real person. See, a gentleman's handshake is not gender-specific. You have a firm handshake if you're authoritative. Professional. Powerful. I don't care how much estrogen courses through both of our bodies. You give me a real goddamn handshake."
"What's this?" I asked.
She furrowed her penciled brow at me. "It's a lady's handshake. You're a lady. We shake hands like ladies."
"Uh uh," I dissented. "You shake hands with me like a real person. See, a gentleman's handshake is not gender-specific. You have a firm handshake if you're authoritative. Professional. Powerful. I don't care how much estrogen courses through both of our bodies. You give me a real goddamn handshake."
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