The leader of the bodyguards shouted condescendingly, glaring right at us.
I didn't like this guy one bit. Let's just get this over with; I'll deal with him personally.
"What are you waiting for? They're calling you, get moving."
His sidekicks, emboldened by their boss, snapped in the exact same tone.
Praying for patience, I started walking. Just when I thought things were going smoothly, we ran headfirst into the occupational disease of security guards: sheer arrogance.
The biggest enemy of guys making a living in this gig is a swollen ego. The infection rate is through the roof, especially for those working event security. Since they're only posted there for a short stint and the odds of running into the same people again are practically zero, they pull stunts and run their mouths in ways they never normally would.
