Went to Lowe's today to get Mary some knee pads and a garden bench. The sales associate that was helping us was a short, grandmotherly-looking woman, sparse and very fine strawberry blond hair, had to be most of 65 and possibly more. Mary was trying them out, mentioned arthritis. MaryAnn (the sales associate) mentioned that one of the other sales associates had some sort of eye problem that they thought might be glaucoma until her doc asked her if she'd ever had a sharp blow near that eye. Well yeah, she'd stopped a kick during karate practice. Turns out this gal is a 3d degree black belt, a few years younger than MaryAnn. 3d degree requires sparring where contact hits are allowed. Mary said, "ungh, I don't think I'll be doing much karate today!" I sorta conspiratorily muttered to MaryAnn, "but she's quite a good shot!"
MaryAnn grinned. "I don't mind when people talk about guns. I have a concealed carry permit myself!"