Not quite a fight as such...
Back in the late 1950's my parents were coming back from the cinema one night, waiting at the bus stop.

My dad, 6'4" 18st and pretty much all muscle standing by my mum, 5'2" and as light as a feather.

The bus duly arrives, and my dad, the gent, lets her get on first (one of the old Routmasters with the open back). She's barely stepping on when a chap comes running up, leaps on the bus, pushing my mum out of the way and proudly claims to the ticket collector "Made it!".

"No you didn't" my dad said, as he leant forwards, grabbed the blokes ankle and pulled back, sending him flat on his face. He then calmly dragged him off the bus (face down) and onto the pavement. Then let my mum get on again.

Amusing enough, but when my dad told his workmates they apparently asked what my mum said to him afterwards.

"Nothing." he replied. "For about two weeks."

Women, eh?
(Kliper Filllets Getting noticed by twats on the internet since, Thu 21 Mar 2013, 7:44, Reply)