Smack ma bitch up

It was a dark, quiet night - ja ja who sez i was talking about the Prodigy track?! On a more serious note, its more like reality tv with the full drama minus Mark Burnett's cam crew. I ain't joking about my first experience with spousal abuse from a reluctant eye-witness POV where a lady decidedly picked my car to stop and a man, presumably her husband, follows and gives her a huge slap right across her face before she can hop into her only hope for escape (aka my trusty li'l 4WD which unfortunately hasn't been infused with bat-mobile gadgets coz otherwise i'd have blown him away to smithereens). He continues slapping her to the side of the street, completely dashing all li'l hope of escape with me. In my frozen mental state of panic, i could see the dejection and hopelessness fill her face. I guess her hopelessness spilled over to me as I didn't think to pick up the phone to call the cops either. Here was this poor woman being slapped by this low down character and all i could do was just watch him do it until he threatened me to mind my own business. My only consolation is he did not lift a finger on his li'l son who was screaming in fear at the top of his lungs, hanging on to his mother's hand whilst his father slapped his mother around in the middle of the street. All my prayers are with her that he does not fulfill his 'til death do us part vow. And GaySeb, it's no snap ma picture either ok?! ;P