It was a people watching extravaganza this evening in Morgantown.

As I was walking to meet my co-workers for dinner we passed two intoxicated white trash guys having a yelling match in a parking lot off High Street (Townies: Daniel’s parking lot near where the “Steppin’ Out” mural used to be). I say intoxicated because not only was there a significant slurring of words, but the only coherent phrase I heard uttered (yelled) was, “I ain’t yer bitch!”

And to further the excitement, apparently soon after we turned the corner, fisticuffs broke out, and there may have been body parts slammed into a car. (One of the people we were meeting missed the yelling but caught the brawling.)

But still, to see an almost aggressively heterosexual guy yelling, “I ain’t yer bitch!” leads me to wonder what lead up to that argument.

Probably just drugs and alcohol. But still, one can imagine a fascinating (and sordid) story.