Ha! I read another blogger dub the "hug line" as the "Hall of Desperation" which I agree with wholeheartedly. I couldn't help but wonder about these kids who were so desperate for physical contact that they'd crowd a hallway asking sweaty smelly people to hug their sweaty smell self. If I wanted to be accosted like this I could go to downtown SF and let the bums panhandle at me for money. It certainly felt similar.
I was also with my friend who has a disabling spine injury, and she was absolutely terrified to go through the hall. With the way they were flying around and leaping onto other people, she was always afraid someone was going to jump on her and re-injure her. To make it worse, we HAD to go through it to get to our hotel because she can't walk long enough to go around. And THAT made it a HUGE problem.
I was also with my friend who has a disabling spine injury, and she was absolutely terrified to go through the hall. With the way they were flying around and leaping onto other people, she was always afraid someone was going to jump on her and re-injure her. To make it worse, we HAD to go through it to get to our hotel because she can't walk long enough to go around. And THAT made it a HUGE problem.