Suddenly, a late teens boy started pushing an earlier teenage boy outside. By pushing I mean forcibly dragging/pushing, and the younger boy was clearly terrified. I was a bit concerned for his safety, but about five other people jumped up to intervene shortly thereafter. They almost fell onto Trina, which got me a bit riled up as well.
The other guys there separated them, as they yelled back and forth. The younger boy was yelling in a manner that made me think he was fighting back tears.
More interestingly, the older boy came back to us and apologized. Apparently he worked in the coffee shop! He clearly felt pretty embarrassed. It was a little weird—I don’t mind being forgiving, but sometimes it feels more like people are asking you to make them feel good about their bad behavior, and I wasn’t really interested in doing that. Whatever the case, we were gracious. He also had tears in his eyes.
Then he told us—"that boy was saying many terrible things. He said he was going to (insert bad word here) my mother."
Honestly, at that point, I really had to work hard to suppress a giggle. Really? A fight over a your mom joke? I figured maybe the younger kid watched too much American 1990’s TV and didn’t realize what he was saying.
An interesting side note—I asked a tour guide who was about my age about this later. He said that in