Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!

This is an awesome goofy picture I found of "couples fighting" in Google images. The guy looks like he's quacking like a duck, the chick is doing the classic "what about my needs?" pose whilst the fat cab driver is enjoying the show. I do feel, in many ways, like that fat cab driver when I see a couple fighting, it's the ultimate schadenfreude. Pookie and smookie normally have no problem in any social situation, because hey! They have each other! until someone says something or does something to piss the other one off. And when they really get going, they have completely lost all sense of their surroundings or that other people can see/hear them, especially, say in a crowded deli or the middle aisle of an airplane. Sure, they may try to keep their voices down, but the jabbing gestures, the strained facial expressions (somewhat akin to constipation) and bulging eyeballs are usually a dead giveaway. And man, it can go on for hours--I was once waiting for a friend at the beach next to the bike path, and this couple, all decked out in cute, almost-matching pastel summer gear on their shiny new beach cruisers, we're going at it for a good 45 minutes (I got totally sucked in watching until I realized that, wait a minute, I'm at the wrong beach!). They were literally in the middle of the bike path, people and kiddies whizzing past them, as they waved their arms wildly and yelled things like "youNEVER--" "whycan'tYOU--" "whatthefuckdoyouWANTMETODO!!!" Again, totally awesome. Of course, until it happens to me.