Runt older Latino with his dukes up!

Another soothing trip into Union City today. ALL I wanted to do was pay my PSE&G bill. I walk in and the line is snaking to the back of the place. Ugh. It was like a half-hour wait in the end. About 10 minutes into it, I hear elevated voices...but they're in SOMEthing other than English, so I don't even pay attention. It's ALL just NOISE to me. Next thing I know, the 60ish short Latino man at the pay counter moves away from it, puts up his fists and starts doing a little boxer's dance. "Security" (meaning a single just-as-old employee) came rushing over as some younger guy held Bouncing Runt back. The place erupted into a brief, giddy chaos. I wish I knew what the hell the issue was. It was pretty amusing, though. I was briefly worried about getting shot; I totally envisioned the nutty runt having a gun. But I survived to tell this tale. At least the long stay inside their office acted as a Cooling Center from the sultry 90-degree air.