“I’m Steven Patton,” I said to the security guard inside of Sierra’s building.
Dressed in the dullest gray uniform, he glanced up from watching a basketball game on his phone—full volume, mind you—and stared at me with an expression I could only describe as confused and disgusted.
“Is that supposed to mean something to me?” he asked, chomping on gum.
“Let me in.”
He kicked his feet up onto the desk and continued on his phone, chomping on his gum. “Listen, I ain’t telling you again. If you don’t have a student ID or have someone check you in, then you’re not getting in the building.”
“What do you want?” I asked, pulling out my wallet.
Without glancing up from his phone, he laughed lifelessly. “For you to leave.”
After balling my hands into tight fists, I shoved my wallet back into my
