World Fist Bump Day ™

Hi my name is Thomas Sandberg, I’m a Norwegian living in USA. I’m an artist and an author. I apologize for my poor grammar skills. Normally I would hire people to fix my writings. But this project does not generate any revenue so there is not a budget for that. If anyone care about this Fist Bumping thing as a much as I do and would like to contribute as a proofreader I would greatly appreciate it.

Why this obsession with Fist Bumping? Why am I starting a movement to make this an acceptable form of greeting? The main reason is that I do not particularly enjoy shaking a hand and not knowing what lives in it.

I tried to raise this issue 3 years ago, but with very little response. Now that even the President seems to buy into this, plus many celebrities and others, I’m giving it a second try.

What really pushed me back into the fight for the Fist Bump was a incident that took place recently.

I was at a Great Dane rescue gathering with a handful people. I was having a conversation with a couple from Salt Lake City. A few feet a way stood three of four people talking. Then a rather loud sneezing sound came from that same group and I noticed one of the men had turned away and held his hand in front of his mount which I assumed he ad just sneezed into. That was confirmed by him seconds later when I noticed he rubbed his hand on is jacked as if he was trying the clean of something.
At the same time I heard a familiar voice shouting. “Hey there big Norwegian Viking long time no see?” It was John, a friend of mine and also a Great Dane owner.

Then the “terror” began. The man who had sneezed into his hand overheard the greeting from John and stepped over to our group and asked if I was Norwegian. “Yes, I am”, I said. “Damn so am I”, he replied…”great to meet you” he said in Norwegian. He was so loud that my one of my dogs got a bit scared and jumped a few feet to the side. As I was restraining him, my “new Norwegian friend” reached out his hand to shake mine. I was caught by surprise and also distracted by trying to get my Dane under control that I shook his hand a split second before I remembered the sneezing incident.
His hand was still moist and sticky. I instantly knew I was “germ bushed” and there was no way back.

Three days later I was violently sick and an email from my new “germ buddy” confirmed he was too.

That was it! I got on my computer, quickly designed a website, got the domain name and here I am.

Thomas Sanberg