Run, run, run.

Atlanta was in a fine state this afternoon.
actual dialogue that i heard/witnessed:

man (elderly in a green argyle sweater outside of a gas station yelling at an obese younger woman): I'm going to call the police on yo' ass
woman: I'll do it for you! *walks out into street and yells, raising one tubby forearm high above her head* POLICE POLICE!
There was no response from Atlanta's finest. This might have been, of course, due to the fact that Atlanta's finest was nowhere near our protagonist.

Shortly thereafter I saw a man pick up a cigarette butt and put it in his mouth. I don't know if he dropped it or found it, but he appeared to have just found it. He didn't really look homeless, but he was carrying a trash bag. Maybe he was simply picking up trash and a firm believer in the waste-not-want-not principle. God speed, little man!