The Ranger wrote:

> There I was on my way into Wal-Mart's parking lot... Getting
> into a fight was the farthest thing from my mind.

That's usually the case, in my experience.

> Yeah, well, I couldn't *believe* it! He was a DWARF! He looks
> over his car and then storms over to me in my car. Since I was
> already out, he glares up at me and says, 'I AM NOT HAPPY!'
>
> So, I look down at him and ask, "Well, which one are you then?"
>
> ... And that's when the fight started.
>
> ObFood: Knuckle sandwich

Very funny, thank you for the laugh.

In return, here's the first joke that comes to mind:

My mother-in-law was a very tough woman. She buried three husbands --
and two of them were just napping!