For a moment, the shouting stopped.
Then Brittany glanced at her phone.
Her live video was still running.
She tried to end it, but her fingers were slippery with slime, and the screen was covered in residue.
“Someone turn this off!” she cried.
I took a clean napkin, carefully grasped the phone by its edges, and pressed the red button.
It took three attempts.
The screen finally went dark.
Not before I caught a glimpse of the comments.
This is the funniest thing I’ve seen all week.
Grandma is my hero.
Wait, didn’t she keep throwing her hair into the woman’s food?
Somebody please get that lady a towel.
I can’t believe she kept filming instead of apologizing.
Brittany stared at me, breathing hard.
“What were they saying?”
“They seemed very concerned about your hair.”
“Really?”
“Mostly.”
Kelly helped Brittany sit down and asked me to remain in my seat.
