The Stripper

It was a long night.  Probably a bad day leading up to this.  Stripper poles should have a warning, even for the professionals.  No matter how you slice it, it is a slick, small, pole that gets (I assume) rather dirty from all of the touching that happens.  This particular dancer apparently missed the memo that you need to hold on to the pole in order for it to work right.
A husband of an ER nurse brought this story to my tiny office.  The important bit of information: his wife works at a children's ER.  You can imagine her shock and confusion when a full grown woman walked into the ER demanding help.  Apparently, while preforming, she went upside down on the pole the proceeded to fall, slip, slide, lose grip (who knows, I wasn't at the show) from pole promptly landing on her head.  I do understand that this is scary and that she could have really hurt herself but she didn't.  Which makes me feel better about laughing my ass off.  Instead of going to a regular ER she ended up at a children's ER.  Maybe it was the blow to her head, a smart phone map-direction mishap, sheer stupidity, or fluster and worry that took her to a place for kids, but at least it brought me the story.  Once in the ER she was annoyed that they couldn't fully help her, though they did check her out and make sure she wasn't going to die.  But damn them for not having a neck brace big enough to fit her.
I wonder if she is back on that dangerous pole getting her groove on, or if she took it as a sign that perhaps instead of revolving about a silver pole that is 2 inches in circumference, she could revolve around the earth that is only 1,577,762,208 inches in circumference.