My first job was at a tire shop, and I worked with this older guy named Doug. He was around 60 yo— the nicest guy I’ve ever met. One day at work, a guy and his girl got into a heated argument in our parking lot, and the guy slammed her up against his car. Doug and I saw it, and Doug just looks at me, with a tire iron in his hand, and goes “one sec.”

He walks over to the guy, drops his tire iron, and slams the guy in the ground. He whispered something to him that I couldn’t hear from where I was, but the guy got up and opened the passenger door for her and they drove away. Doug walked back over and just started working on a car like nothing ever happened. I’ll never forget it.