I will knit him a turtle neck. They will think that he is a Hollywood producer.

 

Seriously? Are you gunning for TOTD?

LNL may have misunderstood emotional support vs. guide dog, but her point still stands. If you can't see through someone's mistake and choose to bite their head off with an inane post like the one above, perhaps you're fit for the TOTD nomination.

 

I said please. Would a smiley face have taken the edge off more?

If someone went on an angry rant about taxes and ended it with, thanks IRS, it is logical to assume she blames the issue and is directing the anger toward the IRS. Regardless of whether the IRS is to blame, or the ADA in this example, being ignorant is not an excuse for blaming an organization or bill who has no role in what is causing your anger. Stop getting offended over two sentences on a message board.

 

Hello, Pot?

This is Kettle...

 

I wasn't offended. There was no outrage or pontificating or belaboring on issues. I clarified that the ADA didn't apply and then directed their misguided anger somewhere else. I know, reading is hard for some people.

 

Dang. This was just starting to get fun.

 

I'm gonna get an emotional support rhinoceros.

 

Passage quoted from news article:

“What a wonderful time it is for the scammer, the conniver, and the cheat: the underage drinkers who flash fake I.D.s, the able-bodied adults who drive cars with handicapped license plates, the parents who use a phony address so that their child can attend a more desirable public school, the customers with eleven items who stand in the express lane. The latest group to bend the law is pet owners.

Take a look around. See the St. Bernard slobbering over the shallots at Whole Foods? Isn’t that a Rottweiler sitting third row, mezzanine, at Carnegie Hall? As you will have observed, an increasing number of your neighbors have been keeping company with their pets in human-only establishments, cohabiting with them in animal-unfriendly apartment buildings and dormitories, and taking them (free!) onto airplanes—simply by claiming that the creatures are their licensed companion animals and are necessary to their mental well-being. No government agency keeps track of such figures, but in 2011 the National Service Animal Registry, a commercial enterprise that sells certificates, vests, and badges for helper animals, signed up twenty-four hundred emotional-support animals. Last year, it registered eleven thousand.

What about the mental well-being of everyone else? One person’s emotional support can be another person’s emotional trauma. Last May, for instance, a woman brought her large service dog, Truffles, on a US Airways flight from Los Angeles to Philadelphia. At thirty-five thousand feet, the dog squatted in the aisle and, according to Chris Law, a passenger who tweeted about the incident, “did what dogs do.” After the second, ahem, installment, the crew ran out of detergent and paper towels. “Plane is emergency landing cuz ppl are getting sick,” Law tweeted. “Hazmat team needs to board.” The woman and Truffles disembarked, to applause, in Kansas City, and she offered her inconvenienced fellow-passengers Starbucks gift cards.”

Response from person to reporter who included the above statement in her article:

“Are you going to ruin it for all of us?” one of my dog-fancying friends asked, when I told her that I was writing this article. I was surprised to learn how many of my acquaintances were the owners of so-called emotional-support animals. They defend the practice by saying that they don’t want to leave their pets home alone, or they don’t want to have to hire dog-walkers, or they don’t want their pets to have to ride in a plane’s cargo hold, or that Europeans gladly accept dogs everywhere. They have tricks to throw skeptics off guard. “People can’t ask about my disability,” one friend told me. “But if I feel that I’m in a situation where I might have a struggle being let in somewhere with my dog, then I come up with a disorder that sounds like a nightmare. I like to be creative. I’ll say I lack a crucial neurotransmitter that prevents me from processing anxiety and that, without the dog, I’m likely to black out and urinate.”

 

The article should be updated to include the poor bastard on Delta who was seated at a window seat bit in the face by the large dog (sitting on his owner's lap in a MIDDLE SEAT!) He suffered serious injuries and the owner's response was he was afraid his dog would be destroyed. Ugh....

Can anyone say, "Out of control?!"

 

I want a support FO, they are so cute with their hats.