(I am working late at my video store. Two customers enter, bad mouthing the military. As I prepare to suggest they keep it to themselves, one of the customers in the store beats me to it; a little 4′ 9″ woman I know to be a regular. She plants herself in front of the louder of the two guys, sticks out her hands and challenges them both.)

Woman: “Do you actually know anyone in the military, or have you ever been in the military?”

Large Guy: *mumbles something* “…not that desperate for money…” *mumbles*

Woman: “Well my husband is a Marine, so you shut up!”

(She kicks him in the knee. He screams and leaves, taking his buddy with him. As I make my way to speak with her, the only other customer in the store, a big bear of a guy, introduces himself to her.)

Other Customer: “Hi, I’m a former Navy Seal. I was on my way to take him apart, but I liked your way better!”

(I am working behind the counter. The only other people in the shop are a woman and a small boy. The boy is rushing about, shouting and being boisterous. This goes on for several minutes.)

Customer: “Why don’t you tell that child to stop running around?”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought he was with you.”

Customer: “He is.”