Kids! Don't try this! Uncle's trained!!

I'd rather leap through the air than touch that bus handrail! Yesterday, everyone was asking me: "Uncle, why don't you grab the handrail properly when you get on the bus? Is it because your legs are too strong, or are you trying to practice a comedic fall?" The truth is out! It's not the driver's sudden acceleration, it's purely my last stand for cleanliness! Just thinking about how thousands of people grip that pole every day, the sheer number of bacteria accumulated… my outstretched hand instantly stiffens. Between "gripping the handrail" and "keeping my hands clean," I decisively chose to entrust my life to fate! The result? Before I could even swipe my card, I was sent flying. My dignity was utterly destroyed on the spot, but at least my hands were clean! The first thing I did upon arriving at the office: rushed to the restroom to perform the "100-second surgical scrub hand wash." Only after washing did I feel truly alive again. Today's corporate warrior motto: Handrails are dirty, dignity is expensive, but Uncle's潔癖 (cleanliness obsession) is priceless! Soul-searching question: How do you all overcome "handrail germophobia" when riding the bus? Do you wear gloves, use tissue paper as a barrier, or like me, choose to fly with the wind? 🧼🧼🧼