the "HOT PINK DANCE POLE"

So one day one of my really good friends, who we are going to give the alias Jane, asked a favor of me. She and I met in undergrad on a trip to Belize and we hit it off immediately. We were complete opposites... in that I am a known prude/socially conservative and shy... and she is not. She will tell you what ever the hell is on her mind the second that she thinks it.

We got along perfectly. I was censored, she was not. Yin and Yang.

One day she asked me to do a favor for her. She asked me to come with her to buy a stripper pole from Spencers at the Mall. Now, she was a student teacher at a middle school in the area. She asked me to go with her because she didn't want to risk any of her students seeing her walking around the mall holding a stripper pole. And, she offered me free dinner if I would agree to do it. So I thought, Oh what the hell. Sure lets do this.

We got to spencers and went to the back where they had a few different types of stripper poles. They come in a box that is about three feet long and had neon pink and green silhouettes of girls with big tits wearing stripper heals. And just incase this wasn't eye catching enough it said something like "HOT PINK DANCE POLE" on the outside. She gave me the money to pay for the pole and we left the store, me walking around with the stripper pole.

I never realized just how crowded the Garden State Plaza was on a friday night until I had to weave in and out of mobs of people wielding a stripper pole.

Then Jane offered to buy me some food as promised. We were waiting in line for something fast food, me holding this big friggin pole in my hands. There was a woman with small children behind us giving me the stink eye hard core. I wasn't really sure what to do. I couldn't very well hide the pole, so I just owned it. I tried to pretend like I didn't see her staring at me with her arms folded. But I couldn't help it. I had to turn around and smile. What else could I do?