Me, my wife, and my dog was headed for the car to go to my mom's crib. My dog had to shyt unexpectedly and I didn't have any bags. Then I hear this white dude screaming "HEY PICK THAT UP!" and see him on a balcony.
I'm like "

Mind your business." Then dude is like "DID YOU TELL ME TO MIND MY BUSINESS? I WORK HERE!!!" Then he disappears. So me and wife are walking to the car laughing about the shyt until next thing you know dude is following me yelling and shyt like he's about to do something. I turn around like "Whassup." Dude stopped and was going on and on. He didn't put his hands on me, but he was too close. So I pushed him away. Then we squared up and of course I had to drop the dog leash. Then my dog just went at him and started trying to bite him and he's swinging at the dog and trying to get him off and I try to get the dog off too, but dude swung at me and missed. So then I just started hitting dude...2 or 3 times. He fell to his knee then I caught him clean to the back of his head and it left a knot visible days later. I got the dog off and leashed him up but by that time I noticed my wife was wailing on dude windmill style while he was down. I pulled her off. By that time, the whole neighborhood came outside and got between us. The dog didn't do much damage other than tearing his clothes...he had on cargo pants.
I had to meet with the apartment management about it later, but it was nothing. They agreed dude shouldn't have followed. I guess he got tired of being a middle-aged maintenance at a shytty apartment complex picking up dog shyt everyday and flipped out. What's even more sad is dude had to fix my bathtub when the drain got clogged a few months later.