(You only need to get 12 seconds in to see the part I'm responding to, BTW.)
Maybe it's because I've lived in a city with a violence problem for the past 19 years. Maybe it's because I'm married to a man whose father was seven years old when the Japanese invaded the Philippines and the entire village picked up and moved into the jungle to live like (and fight like, for those able) guerrillas for the duration of the war. Maybe I've read more Marc MacYoung than the people in that Denny's had. Or maybe it's because I was at Ashkenaz the night David Nadel was murdered by a man he had ejected from the club for rowdy behavior.
But if I am in a public place and a fight breaks out, I am OUT OF THERE. And I know Pirate will be right behind me keeping an eye on our 6. I don't care how good the pancakes may be, it's not worth taking a chance that somebody will wind up injured or dead. Especially since MacYoung thinks we're likely to be seeing higher levels of stress violence due to the econopocalypse we're going through.