They aren't that ginormous

I've always been a little paranoid about my "man hands," especially after seeing that episode of Seinfeld when that chick's monster mitt is invading Jerry's personal face space. Whatever, just because I can palm a basketball and cover a few octaves on the piano doesn't mean I'm a freak.

But then certain experiences remind me why I have this paranoia. Like my interview today. I entered the room and shook the interviewer's hand.

Interviewer: Are you an athlete?
Me: No, just a bit out of breath from running up the stairs (thinking he was referring to my near-panting)
Interviewer: Oh, you have a very athletic shake.

What the hell does that mean? My hands are not only large, but also muscular? Dammit! But I got the job!