Overtly covered by 2
snipers in a
clock tower (
I shit you not) and another 3 on top of a nearby bank, I took the once great man's hand and gave it a sort of double shake (hard to describe; like one you'd see "
boys in the hood" give each other in films). He really wasn't expecting the second
shake, so those damn cool
Secret Service men he still seems to need moved a tad closer.
The main thing I will take from the
experience is the fact that anyone who shakes lots of
hands is not going to have a very
clean hand. I'm not talking a bit of
grime here. This was full on sticky
mucus, presumably from the other hundred people before me, but still, a
moist towel wouldn't have gone a miss.
Also, on
TV you always see him
talking to the crowd as he shakes their hands, but the strange thing is that although his mouth moves, not a
bloody thing comes out - not one word. It was
freaky to say the least.
About a minute after this I had moved on a little, but he happened to come up to me again, and stuck out his hand, but being the type of
guy I am, I had since lost interest in trying to get a shake from
Clinton, and was now trying to get his previously mentioned
Secret Service men to give me a smile. I was
unsuccessful...