I witnessed something for the very first time yesterday, and I have to say it was disturbing and amazing at the same time. While stopped at a red light near my parents home, en route from picking up the best sushi I've had in London (Conception Sushi on Wellington Rd. check your local yellow pages!) I witnessed two hillbillies beat the tar out of each other on their front lawn while their aged peek-a-poo-chi-jack-russel-teacup-yippy dog ran around them in a panic. It was quite a sight. Older man, younger man, punch punch, fall to the ground, followed by woman running out of the house cursing "you F&#)@! deserve that!"
Am I on COPS? God I hope not. I am still hoping my television debut will be on Glee or at least Real Housewives of some county, but it was amazing to witness two adult humans resort to raw violence at 6pm on a busy city street. I'm assuming one of them took the last helping of turkey and mashed potatoes, because that gets me pretty mad, but really? Punching another human square in the face? I swear I saw a tooth fly to the northwest corner and land on the neighbours porch. I felt a civic duty to call the cops, after my shrimp tempura roll. I kid, I called when I got home because I was hoping no kids were involved, and maybe that dog needed a therapist after the stress of it all. I have seen other "fights". I have two older brothers and we got in our share of scraps, and attending a high school with a rough reputation brought about a few shoving matches between students, but I wasn't expecting a front row ticket to yokel UFC on Adelaide St. I'm still shocked that in this world, this happens on a pretty regular basis, just down the street from our comfortable, love and respect filled homes.
It certainly makes me think twice about things. Like, is turkey really worth that? Should I get a small dog or is that too stressful?
Oh, and the shrimp tempura was amazing. Almost as good as Cabo San Lucas. Seriously Londoners, check it out.
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