Wow. Bitchfight at the checkout counter. Ares wasn't sure who the asshole was - he'd glanced over all the patrons before he took up his seat and no one was doing the 'I've been waiting for five whole minutes; is my food done yet?' routine, or flipping newspapers noisily or looking at the clock every two seconds.
It took him a while to recognise who the crazy man was waving the burger patty around and the frying pan about to fly, mostly because he couldn't recall the last time he saw his son wear a chef costume and audition for the hamburglar. When he did, he... he could have got up off the chair and walked into the commotion, but he ended up calling out from his seat because he was too lazy.
"SON IF THAT'S HOW YOU TREAT A LADY, I'M GONNA HAVE TO SMACK A BITCH."