I was walking home quite late the other night and there were two men fighting on the street. As I approached, squeaking, they both stopped and looked at me, and one of them asked very directly “What’s that about then?” I said “Tourettes Syndrome.” He smiled broadly and said “Is that what you’ve got?” I confirmed this and he reached out and slapped me on the back and said “Good girl.” We both continued on our way in opposite directions. A few moments later, I heard a bang and turned round to see one of them rebounding off a bus stop.