I love free entertainment...

There's a small salon across the street from where I work. Its a quite unassuming little place. Most mornings, I notice one of the guys who work there out back with his dog, having a smoke. The guy is having the smoke, not the dog. Until today, I only assumed that he was gay because he has better hair than me and works in the salon. Today, the guy who normally drops him off got out of the car. Before I could tell what happened, they are both in the parking lot screaming at each other. And doubts I had about his sexual orientation were instantly erased. I'm nosy by nature. I totally stopped what I was doing because now I wanted to see what was going to happen next. More screaming... boring, then the bigger guy shoved the smaller of the two. Now THIS is getting interesting. A few employee's of the salon had began to gather but at a bit of a distance. It was killing me. I had to know what was going on. I casually walked over and blended with the small group as though I belonged there. I was intently listening. I was right! Lovers quarrel! The bigger guy is screaming in the face of the smaller, well manicured guy and thats when it got physical. I love a good fight. Love, love, love it. Some of the ladies in the group were shaking their heads more out of distaste than disbelief... I thought this was a good time to interject and strike up a conversation... Apparently, throwing 5 buck on the ground and saying, "I'm in for 5 on the guy who's not crying" was not the best conversations starter.