Bum Fights

Waiting for the train to go home today some feral asked me if I knew where a certain suburb was. I had never heard of it and so his mate asked me if I knew where Emerson was. That was it the original guy went psycho and started screaming at the dude who had asked about Emerson. It was original style Bum Fights.
The two of them were yelling and screaming at each other, and the original (obviously the stronger of the two) had the guy by the shoulders shaking him. Saying “What the fuck is your problem asking where Emerson is you fucking idiot… I know where fucking Emerson is!!! Ill fucking smash your face in if you ask shit like that again you fuck head.”
Another guy on the platform came over to me and asked what he should do (he was a little slow…. And I don’t just mean the fact he was wearing a Crows t-shirt)… he was pointing at the guys almost yelling “Shall I call the cops?” I said if he did to do it discretely otherwise he may draw their attention too.
So anyway the guy next to me went over and called the Transit Cops while I kept my eye on this feral fight and stood between them and this woman who was obviously shitting her pants over the whole situation.
The Crows fella came back and said he had told them and they would come check it out. Our train pulled in we got aboard, luckily the feral fighters stayed on the platform… either waiting for the next train or just wanted to fight it out outdoors…
When we got to the station I went over to the nice TransAdelaide folk to advise them there would probably be some nut cases on their next train from that platform. This dick head started with the attitude… what can we do… there was no offence committed... I replied what did he want? Wait until the got on the train and started hassling the commuters or the driver, and that I found his attitude very helpful. I told him I could understand how he got his job, which he didn’t like too much. I don’t understand why some people don’t fall over more. Another guard, obviously a little more concerned went and reported it to the Fat Controller, who radioed it in to the driver of the train next due to get the that station and some TransAdelaide Swat Team. In fact another one of my brother in laws actually works for that group... next time I see him Ill see if I can get us all an update.
Anyway that was my good deed for the day, and I made a new friend in the challenged Crows supporter, as I walked over to get on my train the guy called out at the top of his lungs... “I hope to see you tomorrow pal!”…. we shall see!