So Thursday evening on my way back to work from Fuddruckers I noticed everybody lookin' over across the street at something. When I looked over in the same direction I saw some yuppie-type yelling at another yuppie-type driving one of those stinkin' Mercedes SUV's. I'm assuming that the driver probably nearly hit the guy or something like that, cause the guy on the street kept trying to either write down dude's license plate number or take a picture of it with his cell-phone camera I couldn't really tell.
As he was doing that the driver to drive off but the other dude wouldn't move from in front of his car (neither would I.) There was a valet from one of the clubs there as well trying desperately to diffuse the situation. So the guy on the street went back to the driver's side window and yelled at the driver again. Then he reached in the car for some unknown reason (maybe trying to remove the keys?) and the driver pushed him back. Next thing I know they're fighting. I mean the guy on the street just started punching the dude in the car while he was still in the car! The valet got between 'em and pulled the guy on the street away. I didn't stick around to see the finish 'cuz I was hungry and only had like 20 minutes to eat but on my way back to work I saw a cop car giving somebody a ticket. I got the cop's attention and pointed out that while he may be busy right now giving out this important ticket, there were two dudes beating the tar out of each other up the street. The cop was like we know there are other cars on the way, which I knew but already I just felt like giving them a hard time.
After work, me and one of my co-workers were going to the Big Hunt and in front of the California Pizza Kitchen there was a couple with a baby carriage standing outside the restaurant. The father was on his cell phone looking into the restaurant and demanding to speak to a manager. I looked inside the restaurant and saw one of the employees on the phone at that same time. So the father was yelling on his cell phone at one of the employees of the CPK right outside the window of the restaurant. I found it oddly hilarious.
amanda [email] said at 3:30 PM 05-07-2005: This post reminds me why I am glad that I no longer live/work in D.C. If I ever moved back, I would have to live in Virginia or Maryland to maintain a reasonable level of sanity and not go on a killing spree.
brandonr said at 4:42 PM 05-07-2005: It would be awesome if The Wallflowers's "One Headlight" were blaring from one of cars' stereos.
I once witnessed fisticuffs like this on River Road coming home from the zoo, drunk with a bunch of friends during college - they serve beer at Audubon Zoo, I don't know if they do that elsewhere. Anyway, ummmm, yeah, point, so apparently this woman didn't stop at a stop sign and then start again fast enough for the person behind her, so the second person honked at her.
So the first woman, a rotund specimen, jumps out of her minivan, and runs to the driver's window of the car behind her and drags this not-insubstantial woman half through the window before the victim unlatched the door and half-fell, half-deposits herself on the ground, all the while being pummeled with curses and blows. On the ground, the aggressor started kicking her in the ribs. In the meantime, passengers in the victim's car poured out and began popping massive boners and wailing on the first woman - momentarily they were a writhing mass of angry ghetto corpulence - this all took a matter of seconds. Luckily there was a motorcycle cop nearby who summoned a cruiser, or I really think someone would have been killed.
Of course, we did nothing. Things like that, you never know who's packing in Louisiana, but it was one hell of a show.
Speaking of packing in Louisiana. Out of boredom, I registered today for the first part of a class toward gaining my legal concealed-carry permit.
