minor feedback: I was initially a little confused by the first panel. I thought the woman in "a woman's lunch was interrupted..." was referring to one of the non-backpack wearing people sitting at the table, as their lunch was obviously being interrupted by a yeller. But I guess the backpack woman was having lunch with the two others?
There have always been a lot of weird people in Seattle, MrB, and we specialize in inexplicably angry middle-aged ladies. They like to be mad at the bus, and in places like the library and the post office. I saw one the other night who was screaming at a clerk at the Red Apple because she didn't trust that the compostable kitchen compost bags were really compostable.
If you live near a popular park or bar with a sunny patio, this is pretty typical of the sort of meltdown you'll see every Sunday as the sun begins to set.
How is throwing a backpack and wine bottle at someone's face not assault?
BTW, if it's not fron Champagne, it's not champagne!