As if more proof were needed that life is just one big high school, here comes the story of some Delta Air Lines employees who teased and sexually harrassed a passenger after they discovered a sex toy in her luggage.

Oh, I'm sorry. Allegedly sexually harrassed.

In case you missed the story - although that would have been hard, as it was the most e-mailed story on CNN.com by yesterday morning - here's what happened:

Renee Koutsouradis, 36, and her husband were awaiting takeoff for Dallas, on their way home from Vegas, when Renee's name was called over the loudspeaker.

Being paged when a flight is about to leave isn't generally positive, but who knows?

Perhaps Renee had ordered a vegetarian meal, and they wanted to warn her that on this flight it was just some overcooked broccoli, and offer her the opportunity to switch to another special meal.

Or maybe, unbeknownst to Renee, but beknownst to the flight crew, someone very prominent in Renee's field was not only on the flight but seated in an otherwise empty row. Would Renee like to move?

Yeah, right.

According to her suit, Renee was met by a Delta security agent who told her something was vibrating in one of her bags. The agent escorted her to the bag of shame, which had been dumped on the tarmac, and made her remove the vibrator and hold it aloft.

As you can imagine, the bag-side passengers were glued to their windows, and a number of them saw the show.

Not only that, but three male Delta employees allegedly ``began laughing hysterically'' and made ``obnoxious and sexually harrassing comments.''

Renee's lawsuit seeks unspecified damages, accusing Delta of negligence, intentional affliction of distress and gender discrimination.

What I wonder is this: How do you reboard after something like that? Do you slink in, sure that half the passengers are laughing at you, and the other half are furious because the delay means they're going to miss their connecting flights?

Or do you hold your head high and try to get the crowd on your side? It's not a bad idea, considering that many of the passengers also have have been coming from Vegas, and hence transporting, or at least be no stranger to, vibrators.

When I put the question to a frequent flier, she was less interested in Renee's perp walk down the aisle than in practical matters.

``Doesn't she know you always pack the batteries separately?'' she asked.

I was surprised she seemed so familiar with the danger of flying with a vibrator, but it emerged that her expertise came from children's, not adult, toys.

``We had a Tickle Me Elmo packed deep in our trunk on a long highway trip,'' she recalled, not fondly, ``and he wouldn't shut up.''

They could have pulled over, but other motorists might have seen them. And if there's one thing more embarrassing than a vibrator going off alone, it's an Elmo laughing at its owner.