bacon is magic

I heard a bunch of yelling outside my apartment and found these two guys in an argument.

Their scooters were unusually close, side by side, so it didn’t seem like one had crashed into the other. An older guy (right) was yelling at the younger guy (left) and lots of yelling was going back and forth. I grabbed my camera out of habit, and by the time I came back, the older guy started grabbing at the other guy and dragged him off of his scooter.

Soon after, they started tusslin’, and I remember the younger guy’s shirt being pulled on and stretched out.

After less than a minute of yelling and grabbing and shirt pulling, they both went back to their scooters, and the older guy rode off after yelling some more words, and the younger guy seemed kinda dejected, and collected some bits and pieces of what I guess was his stuff off of the road slowly, put his helmet back on his head, then drove off.

All of this just brought to light one thing for me - I totally don’t know how to describe this stuff to the cops should I decide to call them. Ugh. I mean, I can’t yell “old man TK’s fighting with some kid!” to the dispatcher. On afterthought, I think I should’ve used my flash through the window; chances are it’d freak them out and they’d break it up faster.

Oh well.  At least this was better than the time some lady was sitting on her scooter arguing at a phone for an hour and a half down there late at night.