There is a louder pop, a shower of sparks, and the overhead lights in the bathroom go out. I scream, which startles the security guard, whose finger was, unfortunately for the woman from the front desk, on the trigger of his taser. The prongs go straight into her backside at close range, and now there are three of us lying on the floor.
Oh, this is laugh-out-loud funny! I actually had to muffle my laughter from upstairs (girls) and downstairs (husband) while reading in the living room. Falling for Your Enemy definitely puts the "com" in "rom-com"!
