came here cus a 48 year old lady who dress like a teenage boy whooped my ass on the lightrail cus ahe wanted me to fork over my thirstbuster. i said no its mine. and she started swinging on me with her can o pringles. tgen my face started to bleed. i ran off the train straight into urgent care. when I asked the doc how many stitches I had to get on my busted lip, he said, "one."