Starting July off on the right foot

It must be the International Convention of Assholes this weekend or something.

Pups and I had just set out on our walk (we went nowhere near Felix's house, so as to avoid besmirching his rarefied air with our malign presence). We were getting ready to turn the corner when a station wagon pulled up to the stop sign. Suddenly, a roar of absolute rage erupted from the station wagon. I thought it might be Felix, and was just getting ready to explain to him that he could either leave by himself or leave with the cops, when I got a better look. It was a couple, a guy and a girl. The guy was throwing an absolute screaming fit at the woman, which could all be easily heard because his windows were down. The woman was just kind of staring out the window. She had the absolute saddest look on her face, a combination of resignation, "here we go again", and sadness. You could tell this was not the first time it had happened, nor was it likely to be the last.

Unfortunately, he didn't do anything handy such as attempt to strike her or start cursing, so calling the cops would have done absolutely no good. (Believe me, I thought about it.) To quote the Queen of the World, "what the fuck is WRONG with people?"