Maybe it was the lack of baskets. Or a shortage of that 99¢ pan dulce. Of course its possible they had some long standing beef that couldn’t wait to get resolved. All I know is that when I walked into the store the shaved head dude receiving blows in this photo was walking in as well, right in front of me with his lady friend. I picked up some half & half for my coffee tomorrow and a six-pack to enjoy today. In less than the 2 minutes it probably took for me to get in line there was a fight going on.
But it was two rucas throwing the fists and pulling hair. They stopped for a bit to exchange insults:
“You fat bitch!” sez the girl with the tattoos.
“Is that all you have? I just beat you down!” answers the other, making a good point.
It looked like they were all going to stop, gather their thoughts and senses, and go their separate ways. But tough guys and gals never want to back down so it was round two, and I happened to be in the right checkout line to snap a few quick pics. If you follow the arrow you’ll catch a glimpse of the other fight in phase two as well.
Dented cans of Yuban coffee, bloodied loaves of bread, and a security guard that has the sense to mind his own business, lest he fall under a rain of blows from some strangers pleito. But look over to the right, some random Good Samaritans are holding up the bread display that almost toppled over. Looking out for the poor workers that will have to clean it up!
“We are calling the cops.” Time to split, the 4 of them leave in a hurry, nobody got to redeem their coupons.
Its too easy to get into a fight. The hard part is staying out of them.