That night, as I walked out of the underground station to the ground and on the sidewalk, I saw a man popping out of a car that had stopped at a traffic light. He looked like a sumo wrestler or a sea monster, "Umibozu," who weighs 120 kilograms. And he put his hand on the driver's door of the car in front and dragged the driver out.
The driver who was dragged out seemed to weigh about half as much as the Umibozu. However, he is still a typical middle aged man in Osaka. He began to argue with the Umibozu. "Which taxi company is it? I'll contact the company."
Yes, the Umibozu was driving a taxi. Well, it's true that in Osaka, gangster men used to be taxi drivers in the past, but nowadays only elderly people are conspicuous. I, who had witnessed this scene, was surprised that the taxi driver would bite the driver of a general vehicle so radically. I was taken halfway.
However, the Umibozu is even more angry and finally reaches out to the old man. The Umibozu didn't hit him, but he slammed the man, who weighed only half his weight, with one hand. As the man staggers, the Umibozu squeezes further and raises his fist.
At that time, another man watching from the sidewalk called out to the weak man. "Are you okay? You've certainly suffered violence right now. Should I call the police?"
Then Umibozu glares at the man on the sidewalk in a demon-like appearance. "Why are you! It doesn't matter to you!"
The man who called out was actually me. I called out because I thought it was no good to look at the violence that was about to occur in front of me. When the Umibozu came towards me, I was going to run and run away for the time being.
The Umibozu is powerful in appearance. However, by all means, the Umibozu, who is a body lacking in exercise, cannot catch up with me, who was healthy 10 years ago.
When I displayed "110" on the screen of my mobile phone and tried to press the call button, the traffic light turned blue and the surrounding cars started all at once. When the old man who was entwined with the Umibozu saw it, he jumped into the car.
"Don't run away! Wait!" The Umibozu yelled at the old man. However, the old man quickly started the car. Still, for a while, the Umibozu was cursing on the street. There was no sign that he was heading towards me.
This story has a punch line in a slightly surprising way.
A small man in work clothes jumped out of the passenger seat of a white light van that had been stranded just behind the Umibozu taxi vehicle. He was a delicate man who seemed to have no lumps when he was rammed by the giant Umibozu.
However, after glancing at me, the man yelled at the Umibozu. "How long do you intend to stop! Do you want to go! Bokeh!"
The petite man must have had a "winning chance" when the Umibozu came. There were several men in similar work clothes in the light van. Perhaps the Umibozu felt that he wasn't good enough, he got into the driver's seat and started the taxi vehicle.
The petite man slammed the big man and drove him away. However, I don't think it's a good punch line. If the Umibozu went to the men in the light van, a ridiculous ending would have been waiting.
When I witness such an event, I feel that good and evil are a single piece of paper.
What if the weak-looking old man who was dragged out of the car actually had a knife hidden in it and was fighting back against the Umibozu? If the Umibozu was to be stabbed, the weak old man was treated as a thug.
Also, if the men in the light van slammed the Umibozu, the Umibozu would have been treated like a one-sided victim.
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