Pole Leaners

Pole leaners. You know the type...

The train's packed in the morning, of course it's running late, and you're barely squeezed in. Then there's Suzy Q, who is at least 5'7" and is of course deep in conversation about this lame party she went to last night, and her lame boyfriend, and probably something else particularly lame. There she is leaning against the pole. You're 5'2" and you're barely tall enough to reach the top hand rail and the fact of the matter is that it's probably too packed for you to even make it over to where it begins anyways. Now I know you're thinking why not just ask her to move over? Seems simple enough, right? But Suzy Q is always too wrapped up in her conversation to notice you, even if you're saying excuse me to her, or your knuckles are digging into her back because you've managed to barely grab onto the bit of pole she's not completely hogging. So there you are stuck, trying not to tumble into others and hearing all about Suzy Q’s lame-o life. I’m sorry Suzy, but I just don’t care.

The moral of this story? Don't be a pole leaner, short people everywhere will hate you.