There was a bizarre brawl in downtown Dallas yesterday.
The entire trip downtown was a comedy of errors – we first went to the office to set up my new monitor stand, but we didn’t have the right tools.
We then tried to explore the scary downtown Dallas tunnel system, but it’s apparently locked down on the weekends. After being semi-trapped in an abandon tunnel/mall for a while, we emerged to street level and walked to a 7-Eleven store.
A black guy was in front of the 7-Eleven screaming at a heavily tattooed white guy. And I really mean “screaming,” in the Kelis-sense of the word.
There was also a very bored-looking black woman with them.
We stood by some Russian tourists and watched the screaming match, but couldn’t make any sense of it. As the screaming got more heated, I became worried that someone might whip out a gun, so Michael and I went into the 7-Eleven.
There was only a single employee in the 7-Eleven, who seemed more interested in fixing a broken cooler than cashing out the customers waiting to pay. I was standing at the register as the outside screaming match moved down the street. I couldn’t see the men anymore, but I could still hear them screaming from inside of the store.
Then all hell broke loose.
Customers and employees started running out of the Jimmy John’s across the street. I left my drink at the 7-Eleven register and ran outside to see the two men slugging each other on the ground. The woman, who previously seemed uninterested in the argument, was also slinging her fists.
More people poured from the surrounding buildings to watch the fight. There all types of people watching – families, restaurant patrons, waiters, tourists, homeless people, and Mary Kay convention goers.
Many bystanders started recording the chaos on their phones. One guy got so close that we thought he would get punched.
Cops breaking up a fight in downtown Dallas.
The first Dallas police officers flew around the corner on foot. They weren’t able to break up the brawl, but more cops flooded the street via foot and Segway. It eventually took about 10 cops to stop the fight.
The cops were highly confused and couldn’t figure out why these (seemingly) sober people were fighting at 11 a.m. on a Sunday. It didn’t seem like something adults typically do, particularly in such a well-armed state.
Luckily, no one was too injured, although the cops had to drag the white neck-tattooed man into the 7-Eleven to interrogate him. The 7-Eleven employee was finally back to the register, and seemed highly annoyed that his store had been commandeered by the cops.
My unpaid-for drink was still on the counter. (I eventually bought my Topo-Chico bottle at a nearby CVS).
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