“Damn the red lines,” Carl barked as soon as he reached the restroom. From rides at the park to this? Red lines, dream crushers. Carl splashed some water on his face to cool down.
A man exited one of the stalls. “The interview didn’t go well?”
“We didn’t even get to the questions.”
“Short one.” The man washed his hands as Carl tensed up by his side. “Sorry. I meant the interview, not you.”
“Apparently, I can’t reach the pedals.”
“Of the BattleBots.” The man dried his hands and extended one to Carl. “You’d be great to test my StealthBots.”
This is a drabble for last Monday’s prompt.