At about 7:20 this morning, I heard a bit of a ruckus outside. It was mostly unintelligible shouting. Actually, it kind of sounded like someone was swinging a sick cat around. I looked out the window and saw what appeared to be two homeless hipsters having a stick fight on the sidewalk.
It was all over in a couple of minutes; they and their straggler friend were headed to wherever it is homeless hipsters go in the morning.
I don't see anything topping that brilliant production. Clearly, my day has peaked.