Emotional support animals are not service animals.
College students shouldn’t be allowed to have an ESA. Especially if the student is so irresponsible that they leave the ESA dog alone in the room with no food or water for an entire week. That’s animal abuse.
I don’t care what your issues are. If you do that to an animal, you have some major problems and maybe you should move back home and figure your stuff out since you clearly can’t handle being responsible for another life. Like, you know you’ve screwed up when your mom drives there from hours away to pick up your ESA dog and tells you that you’re totally irresponsible and a disappointment for how you’ve been abusing that dog.
But an actual certified service animal? Sure, bring that with you. Your seeing eye dog, PTSD dog which helps you after your military deployment, your certified service animal who helps you retrieve things because of a physical disability you have…go for it.
Dear City - You are great at communicating when there will be lane closures, resurfacing, repaving, etc…. Would it have been so hard to send a message to residents that utility upgrade work was going to close down the entire street and block all means of egress in/out of the garages and alleyways? Not an emergency situation but a planned upgrade according to the crew. But no one on said crew could tell us when they’d be done and if they’d be back today.
No, we will not sign a work authorization for work that insurance will pay for (including wall to wall carpet) before we know the cost of the work we actually want to have done (including LVP flooring).
Middle son, please grow up. Go to therapy if you need to. This drama you’re trying to create isn’t going to drag on for years. We won’t let it. You’ll be talking to yourself.
You don’t live in NYC. You don’t visit NYC. And, you’ve never had any interest in NYC real estate before now. You can calm the f-down about what will happen to the price of real estate in NYC.
So, you have an idea that you want to build a little neighborhood food pantry, because things are tough right now for people. That’s a cool idea, and I said I would stock it. But that’s not enough, apparently, because you want my husband (who has spent the last three months painting and siding my mom’s house for free), to build it. I said no, I’m not asking him to do more, ask your dad, husband, or watch a U-tube video, as it would be painful for me (definitely not up my alley). So now you’re angry.
It’s like everything is a trap. If I don’t say yes to everything, all the time, in the way that you want me to, I’ve failed, disappointed you, you’re so hurt. Life is complicated enough without such manufactured drama.
So, surprisingly, the county Board of elections is needing the trained volunteers to handle the ballot duplication/ballot review work in the next two days. I have volunteered for a shift on Friday. It will be a lot more fun this go round than last time
Dear American Airlines…I can’t even remember the last time I flew you, but regardless, I booked r/t business class to Florence Italy for next year, with British Airways using every last frequent flier mile in my possession, and somehow you (American) became a carrier on one of the shorter legs. BA said I would need to contact you to choose my seat. Tried online. No luck. Called BA, they suggested I call you. So I did. You what? Want $50 to pick my seat? Um, no. You suggested I try online which I did, with you on the phone. No luck. So I did what anyone in their right mind would do. I hung up, called back, got a different person who tried to help - and she was able to override the charge and even quipped “you’re flying business, you get to pick your seat!” Indeed!
