It could have been worse if Bush had been embarrassed, or humiliated.

We humiliated ourselves. We embarrassed ourselves. I don't think I have to say much more.

I think our guys remember that. I think they do remember getting embarrassed and humiliated in that game. It wasn't much fun.

They are detained, interrogated, delayed, embarrassed, humiliated in front of other passengers.

I was embarrassed. I was humiliated. I would do my grocery shopping at 3 in the morning. I would not go out during the daylight because I felt people were laughing at me, staring at me.

I think it's obvious if you're wanted here or not."
"Daemon," hissed Dee, her cheeks red. She turned to me, tears in her eyes. "He's not being serious."
"Are you being serious, Daemon?" Ash turned in his lap, head cocked to the side.
My heart was already pounding in my chest when his eyes met mine. His were sheltered. "Actually I was being serious." He leaned over the table, staring up at me through thick lashes. "You're not wanted here."
Dee spoke again, but I was beyond hearing. My face felt like it was on fire. People around us were starting to stare. One of the Thompson boys was smirking while the other looked as though he wanted to crawl underneath the table for me. The rest of the kids at the table were staring at their plates. One of them snickered.
I'd never been more humiliated in my life.