“I bet his hands are as soft as a woman’s.”
True story. I was once at a DC Marriot bar and sitting next to me were two US embassy guards for a certain central american country. We starting talking and after I shook hands with each one, the one questioned why I said I was doing X for a living while my hands had rough callouses. I thought “Good counter intel training...”.
Yeah, the palms of my hands are like sandpaper. But I’m not a spy.