Domestic abuse of the wierdest kind.

Coming home from an outing with the sister unit. Blues on the Green. Essentially, people gather at a big field and listen to blues whilst they sit, herd their spawn around (dog or tiny human), drink, smoke weed and listen to blues music.

Now I am no fan of blues. I will sit the rest of the world and nod intelligently when music is played but blues doesn't move me. I enjoy spending time with my sister. I think I am re-capturing a closeness of my siblings I have not had for a long time. Maybe we are all growing and realizing that family is important but my sister is the reason why I was there. But I digress, my outing with my sister was notwierd in any sense. Except the point where a friend tried to gross me out by sayign that she heard that my sister was very "tight". Noone needs to imagine their sister in any sexual way. I still have to suppress the initial 10 second KIll reflex when I meet a guy that might be interested.needless to say, I was not very happy about that statement. Thank God for alcohol.

Anyway, back to the end of the blues concert. We were driving home past a commercial area. SO no houses at sight right. We pass 2 people standing as if they are hitch hiking or waiting. As we past, my wife notices that the guy hanked the woman's hair and she dropped to the ground. Wifey is definitely some one that feels strongly against anything that smells of domestic violence so we spin around and come back for a better look.

Well, she was right. they were fighting.At least the woman seemed to be. Kicking and screaming et all. I was in the middle of a domestic incident in the middle of a strip mall. How did it get here? The womas is screaming that she should be left alone. The guy was proclaiming that she was his wife and they were going home..But wait.. it gets better!!! The man is built like a brick house. Pectorals the size of D cups. Pectorals without the muscule. The man was a freaking woman. I was witnessing a lesbo domestic incident!! Holy Candid Camera!! This can't be real!

The butch looking chick was proclaiming that the long haired ball of fisticffs struggling to get free was her wife. I almost retorted that it was not possible in Texas. Vermont or Massacusets maybe but not in the ATX. I didn't think that was wise.

Now, I asked wifey to call the cops and I wanted to see if I could stall them til the cops came. I opened my mouth and tried to get thier attention. The ball of fisticuffs forgot that she was resisting going away with her man/woman and turned on me. SHe had a mouth on her!! I was amazed. She was defending her "husband". I immediately felt sorry for all policemen that have to deal with these kind of situations. Although , I doubt they deal with these lesbo domestic situations as much as the usual penis vs vagina variety.

The couple left and drove off in a car. we gave the plates to the cops and went home. Wierd, i tell u. Wierd. I thot these lesbians were more civilized than the heteros. hmm...