I learned something today. Our cashier, Cora, who I’m very protective of, is in the Air Force. She’s out on medical leave because she broke both of her ankles, but expects to go back in 6 months.
This is just not the picture I had of Cora. She’s sweet. I can’t imagine her going to work with a gun. My brother is military and I don’t know anyone who would mess with him. It’s impossible for me to put Cora in this same group.
I’ve been worried about how I will react when some douchebag customer makes Cora cry. Apparently someone tried on Sunday when I wasn’t there. Now I know she could snap their neck without breaking a sweat. I feel better, but I just can’t get my mind to wrap around it.
Cora isn’t the type to show up with a gun and fighting skills; she’s the type to show up with a Care Bear and hugs. What the hell is going on? My world is spinning off its axis.