I’d gone with a friend to see a show in a big Northern city. We were walking back to the car park at about 6pm when we heard loud shouting and bawling behind us.
It was a youngish guy, absolutely paralytic, probably on something as well, weaving his way down the road in some kind of fury. He overtook us, and was soon followed by a lovely young woman, all dressed up, who seemed to be trying to placate him, but he was having none of it.
As he stormed away from her, a lad with a big Deliveroo carrier thing on his back was just getting on his bike outside an Indian restaurant. Mr Shouty-Pissed-Up decided it would be a good idea to punch the Deliveroo backpack thing, which sent the poor lad spinning round - he nearly landed on his arse.
He continued to rant and threaten his girlfriend as we followed behind - I was concerned for her safety, so we watched closely. So closely, in fact, that I noticed when he dropped his car and house keys.
So we waited until he was out of sight, then I picked them up and put them in a bin.