8trackdisco wrote:Real Manopause.
Shaaaaadaaaaaaap!
Fun fact...
We went to one furniture store and were looking around when the owner comes out and asks us to take Tank out of the store. I tell her I am retired military and he is my service dog and she asks for papers. I say... you can't ask me for those, it's against HIPPA laws. She assures me she can, if Tank isn't wearing a vest or a collar that identifies him as a service dog.
Meh... he's not a service dog, I'm just not leaving him in a tiny Airbnb apartment, nor in the tiny yard that wraps around to an apartment on the other side with someone else in it. So we left.
Found a better store who was happy to allow him to walk around and smell stuff while we shopped.
Felt like going back to the other store with my receipt... and saying, "You work on commission, right? Big mistake. Big. Yuge."
Yeak. Like in Pretty Woman.