Not a fight but…
I’m on a London Underground train one night, there’s an old man hunched in the carriage end seat, chin on his chest, big beard. This is a couple of days after smoking on the trains was banned.
Next stop this twenty-something year old guy gets on, stands against the carriage end door and lights a cigarette.
“Excuse me young man” says the old guy, very politely, “you can’t smoke here, it’s illegal”
Smoker yells “fuck of you old cunt, I’ll do what I fucking well like, fuck you”
Old guy slowly stands up, his chin is still on his chest, because his shoulder are touching the roof of the carriage, he is absolutely huge, think Hagrid from the Harry Potter movies.
Our young smoker is now facing this, and I am not joking, he really did look like this.
He slowly raises a huge fist the size of a cinder block towards the smokers face, who’s now paralysed with fear, slowly he opens his fist then slowly closes it around the glowing cigarette in the smokers mouth, and pulls it out.
At that moment the trains pulls into a station, doors open and the smoker literally runs for his life.
The End. Hope you enjoyed this true story.