Everyone's a Critic

Went to pick-up dinner tonight from a restaurant on Sepulveda. In the parking lot, I walked past three Hispanic guys, mid 40s, screaming at each other in Spanish. They were speaking too quickly for me to follow what was going on, but they were arguing in loud, booming voices.

While I waited inside for my food, I thought that the situation in the parking lot seemed pretty tense. Maybe I should tell someone? With my luck, it'd escalate into a riot.

I got my food and headed back through the parking lot - and the three men were still at it. This time, with my two years of high school Spanish, I could understand some of what they were screaming-

"something something something Jesus Christ Superstar!"
"No no no! Something something Phantom!"

They were going to brawl over Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals.

After a good chuckle to myself, I peeled out of there as fast as I could - because we all know that most Andrew Lloyd Webber discussions end in bloodshed...