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Walking back from Saturday poker at the former BeBar on the west side of Ninth, 1200 block. Across the street, about 5-6 people are lined up against the wall, about 10 feet apart with one or two blue shirts for each wall pusher, one of whom is sporting handcuffs. At least two 3D Pepsi cars parked, flashing lights. Two more show up from the north, sirenless, make a slow U-turn to double park on the east side of Ninth. Blue shirts get out to join the action, or make conversation on a slow, rainy night. Can't tell which from across the street. Scotty comes out, talks with some of the officers. Sees us wave. Waves back. We check with Jeff at Modern Liquors.

He doesn't have any idea of what's going on. This is very unusual.

Jeff calls Scotty. It was a "domestic dispute". [Note. That was originally "domestique dispute", but the spell checker barfed. The editor is more used to the word being used as in the Tour De France here. A "domestique dispute" would be something else.] A domestic dispute ["2D"? 3D does a 2D?] with two 3D types having dinner in the same restaurant? Darwin Award time.

The editor has left out the name of the establishment so it won't show up on google. But we all go there a lot. He does recommend that when you are two-timing someone, do as the experienced Washington politicians do and pick a restaurant well away from your normal stomping grounds. Arlington actually has some nice spots.