Last night I dreamed that I was about to fight someone. He was a old and walked with a stick. I was just taking my jacker off and I was getting ready to kick his head in, when I noticed that even though he was old, he wasn't that old and he did look like a fighter. I then remembered that fighting is wrong and you should always resolve disputes by talking, rather than fists. And I woke up.
In the ice cold evening it is now clear to me that starting a fist fight with a guy with a walking stick is not too sensible.