I Defended a Cashier from an Entitled Customer – Days Later, Her Colleague Brought Me to Tears

I just knew that somewhere, under harsh fluorescent lights, there was a group of tired workers who had decided I was one of “us,” and that knowledge settled over me like the softest, strangest kind of armor.

I still go there, and I walk in a little braver.

If this happened to you, what would you do? We’d love to hear your thoughts in the Facebook comments.