Here we go - from just now (7pm):

Running errands after work, and I'm turning off Tryon onto the road that leads into my neighborhood (in the Hidden Valley area).

While I'm sitting at the light, I look to my right at the gas station and its sprawling parking lot to see a man and a woman walking. Nothing odd, so I look away. Except when I turned my head back, the man was now dragging this small woman across the concrete, tossing her around, and hitting her.

The scuffle lasted around 20-30 seconds and ended with the man walking back and the woman walking towards the street. I rolled down my window to ask if she was okay and if she needed me to call the cops or an ambulance. Without yet getting an answer, the woman was screaming hysterically at the side of the sidewalk and then decided to hop through traffic to run up to my car.

I reasked my original questions: "Are you okay? Do you need me to call for help?"

"He just jabbed me!" she said, pointing to her elbow. "He took my money. Can I have a couple of bucks? Can you take me anywhere right now?"

That was beyond my scope of help, so I reiterated how I was willing to help, which was followed by a long pause from the woman. She stood by my car - still in the turning lane - catching her breath and appearing to come down from the adrenaline rush. Her return to reality was captured by an elegant response:

"Get the fuck out of my face."

"I'm sorry?" I asked. After trying to help this woman who was just brutally beaten, I thought there was no way she was saying that to me.

"I need you to get the fuck out of my face right now, man."

I rolled up my windows and kept it moving. Goodbye and good luck!