Hysterical Humiliation

Strap on a belt 'cause I think you just might laugh your ass off . . .

Me and my posse made it through the Denver airport security and were waiting for the train to take us to the terminal. A very crowded train pulled up and the boys rushed in to find the one open space. Where was I to go? My eye moved to a single person (male) hugging and hogging one of the hanger-on poles in the middle. I slide over and say, "Can I grab a hold of your pole?"

Nice, Stephanie.