After lunch on Wednesday, my friend Lori asked me if I wanted to go with her to the Humane Society to adopt a new cat.
I said yeah, ’cause who doesn’t love kittens?
So we were driving through High Park … and we stopped at this one intersection, which had a bit of construction going on.
We’d both been talking about something pretty innocuous, when we both spotted this girl about two cars down, get out and walk around, in the middle of the street. Her mouth was moving, so she was talking to someone.
“What the hell is she doing?” I said aloud.
Next thing we saw, it looked like she was arguing with someone else. Lori said as much.
“Oh, there’s the head-waving,” I said, and no sooner had that escaped my mouth than arms with semi-limp fists were flying.
“Oh my God!” Lori and I said simultaneously. A girl fight in the middle of the street in broad daylight!
More girls appeared out of what seemed like nowhere (but probably piled out of the car they were in), and the police officers who were directing traffic (and probably were bored out their minds beforehand) were pulling two of the girls apart. Lori and I both watched wide-eyed, laughing.
One of them, this (from what I could tell) well-coiffed, skinny, frou-frou girl dressed in black, was being pulled by the arm on the sidewalk by the cop closest to us, and obviously trying to justify her part in the slap-fest.
“Aw man,” I said, shaking my head. “Why do skinny bitches have to fight all the time?”
But seriously, inside I was gleeful. I seriously can’t remember the last time I saw something like that. Yes, I’m base. But it was the highlight of my day.
Ooops – I mean, it was the third coolest thing that happened, after spending lunch with Lori and getting Lori’s new kitten. But, like, a reeeeeally close third.