“Going for security” probably meant walking 10 feet to the usher in a polo shirt, there at the base of the steps where the exit tunnels lead to the nachos.
10 to 1 everyone who knows her thinks she’s a hard to appease bitch, hates the idea of spending thanksgiving with her, and will now have to hear her twisted version of how this RUINED the baseball game trip. Repeatedly, for years,,,
Still meant she couldn’t get to her seat long enough to decide to get security involved.
I’m thinking the photographer is the bitch here:
“They kept yelling at me and I just ignored them because I was there to do a job and I did not want to miss something that would be so brief and so important,” Mullins says.
When you decide what you’re doing is more important than what other people paid to be there to do probably shouldn’t be surprised when they disagree.