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msfledermausI was coming home from work, minding my own business after a quickie shopping trip. I came through the revolving doors and nearly got whacked in the head by someone's cane.
That's right, I had stumbled right into a fight between a drunken guy with a cane and another drunken guy with crutches, and a third guy in a green t-shirt with a tuxedo drawn on it egging them both on. I yelled, "Whoa whoa whoa WHOA!" and got out of the way, then dialed 911. As I was describing the fight to the dispatcher, some ringside guy yelled as loud as he could, "Cripple Fiiiiiiight!"
I could barely keep my voice straight from trying not to laugh, even though the fight was kind of awful. South Park lives on in the trailer park of my backbrain, apparently.
Anyway, it was kind of anticlimactic. A cop swung by and scolded the drunks, who limped off in separate directions. I missed my bus. And I sat there with a bag full of bunny litter and nutella, with Eric Cartman's voice echoing in my head while I waited for the next bus...
Ah, downtown.
That's right, I had stumbled right into a fight between a drunken guy with a cane and another drunken guy with crutches, and a third guy in a green t-shirt with a tuxedo drawn on it egging them both on. I yelled, "Whoa whoa whoa WHOA!" and got out of the way, then dialed 911. As I was describing the fight to the dispatcher, some ringside guy yelled as loud as he could, "Cripple Fiiiiiiight!"
I could barely keep my voice straight from trying not to laugh, even though the fight was kind of awful. South Park lives on in the trailer park of my backbrain, apparently.
Anyway, it was kind of anticlimactic. A cop swung by and scolded the drunks, who limped off in separate directions. I missed my bus. And I sat there with a bag full of bunny litter and nutella, with Eric Cartman's voice echoing in my head while I waited for the next bus...
Ah, downtown.
