Just past a damp alley on Abbott Street near Pender (Vancouver, Canada), 22 November, approximately 9:30 pm.
Two leashed dogs are entangled with one another and a parking meter. The men walking the confused beasts—late 20s, indifferent to fashion—have abandoned that friendly sort of awkward exchange normally accompanying snafus like this.
It's possible they already know and dislike each other. Whatever the case they're furious and beginning to puff up and posture, and the verbal highlight could be heard as far as two blocks away—
"If you touch my dog, I'll murder you. I WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU."