So on my way to work this morning these two guys were in the middle of mainstreet beating the crap out of each other

I was stopping for tea at the store.

One must understand the kind of town it is though. I mean, it's a tiny town (of like 300 people) where everyone lives right near the beach (and is retired or has a lot of money or both). They all have ocean views and ocean lives. I mean everybody knows everybody and everybody wears crocs. They even have BBQ's outside the main grocery store on Friday's where you can get a hamburger as big as your head and the guy who cooks them goes "look at that, have a yum-tastic time!"

It's screaming wealthy seaside-ville.

And yet, two guys at the bus stop were jumping around in the middle of main street beating the crap out of each other.

Old ladies in their volvo's politely stopped and waited for them to finish. Old guys in their Caddy's pulled out their newspapers and started reading. One lady with her tiny dog waited until they were out of their way and then trotted on past.

"Don't mind me boys, I'm just passing through as you kick the crap out of each other."

And then it was over. They yelled something at each other and one of them walked away. Traffic started again... another beautiful day in small town by the sea land.