I traded guns with a guy locally. This guy was GROSS. He showed up with no shoes, tattered clothing, and he smelled so badly I had to practically hold my nose. Then, as we are trading, he stuffs his hands into his pants and stands scratching himself (and I mean SCRATCHING) with fervor. My wife is standing there like wtf?!?! He fondles himself for like 15 minutes, and then offers me the same hand to shake when we finish our deal. I gave that dude a hug, because there was no way I was going NEAR that hand.