So this happened today:
I was sitting in a restaurant, facing the door with a buddy from the industry. Through a window, I saw a tall, messy, dirty, and grimy man, walk by and enter the establishment. I figured he was a homeless man looking for something to eat or use the bathroom.
I turned my chair to face towards the direction of the bathroom. The man comes out and the staff member kindly asks him to please vacate the restaurant and that the bathroom is for paying guests only.
The man began to become somewhat erratic. The staff member once again asked the man to leave. At this point, the man says out loud, "West Bank is mine." At that point, I stood up and was preparing for the worst. My buddy stepped up to the guy and also intervened. I placed myself at an angle where collateral damage would not exist if the need arose. The man leaned into my buddy who maintained his composure and informed the man to once again leave the establishment.