A disturbance, a row.
There was quite a conbobberation
downtown near the baseball stadium yesterday afternoon. I was walking to my car after work and a man was waving his arms and yelling at a woman seated at a vendor's table on the street. He was throwing the F-bomb and she was admonishing him to stop being a shithead. I have no idea what they were fighting about, but it didn't seem to be a big business draw. I had to laugh, though, as I passed the fighters and the table, the second vendor at the table yelled out at me, "PEANUTS! PISTACHIOS! CANDY!"
Like I'm going to suddenly stop and go back...OOO, candy! Ignore the man yelling the F-word. Buy some peanuts!