My wife worked evenings at Dillards back around '87 or so. One night I went to pick her up at closing time, and saw a young gal getting slapped around by her "man" as she tried to change a flat tire in the parking lot.
I started to go to her aid, but it was dark, the couple was "other than white", and the lights of the store and the security guard I could see inside beckoned me. I quick-stepped into the guard and told him there was a domestic squabble outside, and he may be needed.
When I walked the few steps back to the door, it was apparent that the rent-a-cop would only need to call an ambulance. The young gal had cold-conked her "man" with the tire iron!
lol...sounds like my ex-wife
i was skeered of her I confess...bad enuff I kept no firearm in the home she could access