I spoke up to defend a verbally harassed waitress at a nearby table.

It escalated quickly, and I wound up demanded the sheriff be called. I'd derisively told the jerk table to "go back to Newport (Beach) where they belong," which really triggered them - as I'd hoped (young troll was I).

Needless to say, the lone officer arrives and quickly diffused the situation (boring I know).

When the inebriated asswipes all left shortly after, one of the women turned to us from the door, and shouted: "For your information, WE'RE FROM SAN FRANCISCO!!"

We all laughed quite heartily at their retreating backs.

The waitress came over and thanked us for trying to help, and we got a free dessert lol.

It was then I learned from my buddy (who was living there at the time), that the sheriff was none other than the man whom famously had crawled under Charles Manson house to make his arrest.

Apparently he'd been given the choice of working in any California precinct of his choice.

And he'd picked the sleepy little tourist town of Avalon.