Here's the deal: The woman shook my hand firmly, smiled, and dashed off. No trouble there. The man, whose arms were loaded with papers, books, and possibly a few head of cattle, offered his index finger as a joke. I think.
Without missing a beat, I grabbed his finger and shook it, as you would a whole hand. But it was only his finger. And the elevator doors closed, leaving me to wonder: Will he take the stairs next time? Where's that tea-sipping slacker Emily Post when you need her?
More importantly, should I worry I've made a bad impression by trying to be too businesslike with his wiggling digit? Finally, has "Wiggling Digit" ever struck you as a great name for a rock band?
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— Phil Harvey, Etiquette Editor, Light Reading