The wayIsaw it, they werebothdumb-asses.
I was still staring at the door when Anna edged closer to me and whispered, "Let's just leave, okay?"
I turned and gave her a long, serious look. "Forget it."
"But why?"
"Because I'm not done."
"With what?" she asked.
"Them."
Anna gave the door a nervous glance. "What are you gonna do?"
"Hard to say." I looked toward the camera, lying in pieces a few feet away. "I could still shove it up his ass."
Anna wasn't buying it. After arguing the point, she turned toward the stall and called out, "If you apologize, maybe he'll just let it go."
I gave a low scoff.Fat chance.
The reporter hollered, "I heard that!"
Anna gave the stall a nervous smile. "Heard what?"
"That scoffing sound."
"Yeah," the other guy said. "As soon as we come out, he's gonna kick our asses."
And if theydidn'tcome out, I'dstillbe kicking their asses. It was just a matter of location, that's all.
With a sigh, Anna asked the guys, "Who do you work for, anyway?"
After a long moment, one of them replied, "No one."
She frowned. "So what are you? Freelance or something?"
"No." The guy cleared his throat. "I'm, uh, gonna start a blog."
Oh, for fuck's sake.
So they accosted Anna in the women's room for a blog they didn't even have?Assholes.
The second guy called out, "And you owe my uncle a new camera."
I'd give his uncle something, all right.
Anna turned and gave the camera a long worried look before turning back to the stall. "So, Camera Guy, who doyouwork for?"
"Myself."
Anna shook her head. "So, areyougonna start a blog, too?"
"I might," he mumbled.
The other guy protested, "But you can't!"
"Wanna bet?"
