So, my significant other & I got into a wee quarrel this morning. I took a walk to wind down, then decided I needed a treat to help pull me out of the depths of despair. A delicious frozen hot chocolate & a sausage biscuit seemed like it would hit the spot, so I ducked into a local PJ’s Coffee.
UGH.

There was a couple ahead of me who had 2 huge, nasty dogs inside the freaking coffee shop. They were on long leashes & half-ass wandering around their general area, nosing around the people who were trying to enjoy their food & drinks. Tongues panting, spit dripping, balls dangling, filthy buttholes touching the floor on occasion when one would sit, before sniffing around some more. It was humid as all get-out, since it was about to rain, so I could smell their fonky dog odors. Barf.

Of course they were near the counter, so I stood way back & off to the side until they got the eff away. The barista asked me what I wanted to order so I told him “one small frozen hot chocolate, please” because there was no way I could eat a sausage biscuit (or anything) after all the dogness in that place. At this point the dumbasses who owned the beasts had received their order, but didn’t move; they were squatting down by the counter, letting the dogs “slarp slarp flumph slarp smack smack snort smack” food out of their hands.

The barista seemed to understand why I wouldn’t come any closer & was totally cool about it. But the beast-masters kept shooting me looks like they’d caught me shitting on the concrete after punching a small child, or something. Go figure! Not everyone thinks it’s even remotely acceptable to bring disgusting hellhounds into dining establishments.

They FINALLY left & I was able to get my not-as-yummy-as-I-had-imagined-it-would-be drink. As I headed out, myself, I noticed a table with comment cards for the customers. Hahaha, I took much pleasure in filling one out, upon which I shared my disgust. I doubt it’ll make a difference, but it made me feel a little better. One can dream, right?