And that is because the last time Amos and I met I fell down (he tripped me) and offered his hand to help me up. I politely declined his help, as I had seen what he'd been doing with his hands earlier and knew that an extremely contagious (and embarassing) disease could be spread. No, instead I worked my way to shore of Chesapeake Bay by myself and again declined his offer of a "hand up" knowing that if I once touched his hand he'd be all over me like white on rice. I don't object to those who like that, but I simply don't care for it myself and I knew that I'd have to harm Amos to break free. Therefore I politely replied, "No, thank you, I'm fine," to which he replied, "I'll bet you are!"