Today on my way to the KFC for a Double Crunch Fire Burger I saw this bald, white man who looked broadly Eastern European walk with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. I thought he might hit me but he didn't.
On my way back I noticed ruckus down the street, and when I came there there seemed to have been battery assault against a hobo. I tried running after the assailant after it seemed nobody had recorded the vehicle registration plate, but unfortunately that was impossible.
I called the police and after waiting for them, they still didn't show up. Two more hobos speaking a variation of German and other languages and dialects showed up, one a short Indian looking guy and the other a Portuguese guy with blue eyes and a bike and a cut on his forehead.
We went to the police station and I had to ward off stares. Eventually the cop took my information and video footage and let me go, there was this other guy with a headwound and blood coming out, working in the harbour who came in who talked about his older daughter wanting to be in the airforce and his younger daughter as a nurse. He was pretty funny, and the other policeman who looked sharp like a cream of the crop Waffen-SS shock trooper laughed with him.
That's about it, a pretty eventful day.
Maybe I should become a policeman after studying Informatica/Computer Science.