“For painting your toenails?”
“For harassing me! I was minding my own business when she started complaining about absolutely nothing.”
“What was she complaining about?” another man asked.
“Something about personal space. Ridiculous, really. The woman wanted everyone to accommodate her.”
He conveniently omitted his foot on my armrest.
“So why’d she paint your nails?”
He gave a dismissive snort.
“Some women just can’t handle being told no.”
Several people laughed uncomfortably. Someone tried to lighten the mood.
“Well, at least she picked a nice color,” someone joked.
“Very funny,” he snapped. “Do you have any idea how difficult that stuff is to remove?”
More laughter followed. I covered my mouth. Megan’s polish was worth every penny.
“Anyway, enough about that lunatic,” he continued. “We’ve got more important things to discuss.”
