Myrna knocked at the "Staff Only" door behind the stadium. A large man pulled the door ajar, blocking its opening with his broad body.
"Can I help you, ma'am?"
She'd had nothing to wear but professional attire, but being called ma'am smacked of elderly lady and set her teeth on edge.
"I'm a guest of Sinners."
He gave her a "yeah, right" look and consulted a paper attached to his clipboard. "Name?"
"Myrna." She coughed. "Myrna Suxsed."
He grinned at her. "You must have a lot of sisters. There are half a dozen girls with that same last name on my list."
She cleared her throat. "Indeed."
