At the theater being severely disappointed by BvS.  Cherry on top:  The idiot behind me—a smarmy, drunken tech-douche-hipster—is gibbering about ’80s stuff that sucks but how it’s awesome ‘cos it’s from the ’80s.  He puts his feet up near my head and carelessly starts bumping them against my skull.  Last straw, motha ducka.  I open my eReader to Echo.  Magic flash.  A glowing red button appears on my seat, pulsating with the word “EJECT”  I slam my fist onto it and the dude behind me rockets through the ceiling, leaving behind a trail of smoke and a fading scream.

They’re headrests, not footrests.  Echo Vol. 1 is $0.99 on Kindle here:  Vol. 1 on Kindle.  Vol. 2 on Kindle here:  Vol.2 on Kindle.