I took on some projects at home this week - painting Luke's room and bathroom and painting some of Logan's furniture. I had to go to Home Depot. A lot.
On Friday about 10:30am, I made a wrong turn and had to go down a side street before turning into Home Depot parking lot. As soon as I turned into the parking lot, I saw a black Ford pickup sitting/parked there like they were exiting. I could see that it was a couple, and they were having a knock-down-drag-out fist fight. They immediately sat up and stopped when they saw me turn in. I drove by really slowly, and I could see the girl's face bleeding. I didn't want to stop right beside them (this *is* Texas, you know), so I drove on past. I nearly stopped, trying to get the license plate number. But I guess the guy realized it and he squealed off.
I turned around and drove down the side street to see if I could tell where they went, but they were long gone. I debated calling the sheriff (we live in the Austin city limits, but our jurisdiction is Travis county sheriff for some reason), but I didn't think I had any actionable information. So I didn't. Jerk.