A small (I'd guess 5'6"), roly-poly little guy with a granny shopping cart had just said something to a very tall, thin man (well over 6'). I didn't hear what he said. But I heard what the tall man said in response:
"What did you say to me? How DARE you speak to me like that, you LITTLE MAN!?" he roared. He was standing a foot or less away from the guy; in fact, he was bending over him as he yelled.
I have no idea what that was all about. I only heard one thing more: the little guy said, "What? I asked you a question, as a citizen..." and then I walked out of earshot.
I don't think I've ever heard anyone talk like that outside of a Twilight Zone or Perry Mason episode.
I love living here. Every day I see something I've never seen before. As miserable as I was when I lived in Atlanta, I am exponentially as happy here.