Don't have to

Carson catches the keys as they’re thrown at him, his facial expression remaining hard as he receives Misty’s yelling.

When she’s through, he just stands for a moment, finally looking down and shaking his head.

Taking a deep breath, he looks back up, his tone calmed, though his eyes still blazing. “You know what….I don’t have to put up with this.”

Walking back to the car, he tosses the keys into the driver’s seat and leans in to grab his cell phone. Hooking it to his belt, he heads away again. “I’m wasting my time here. I don’t care what you do, but go throw your tantrum somewhere else. I have better things to do than stand here and listen.”

Heading down the shoulder he turns around to walk backward, sticking out his thumb as a semi passes.