“He’s being a self-righteous ass,” I say with a wave of my hand in his direction, now determined not to back down. “It’s my job to keep uninvited people out of this section. I’m simply doing my job,” he says, not an ounce of apology in his words. “Does doing your job include calling me a dime a dozen?” He doesn’t get a chance to answer because, when he opens his mouth, we’re interrupted.
