There’s One In Every Crowd (Or Airplane Cabin)


I know I wrote about this yesterday, but I’m still steamed! On Friday’s “Good Morning America” there was a segment about people saying their pets are service animals for “emotional support” and get to now ride on planes for FREE. They obtain a vest and certificate from a training program, all online and all bogus—no doctor’s note or even proof they even need the animal. On the show the reporter investigating even tried to pass off a pig as a service animal—not even a second look by the employees. And a few times they didn’t ask to see proof he was a service animal, just oohing and aahing about how cute he was.

According to the ADA (Americans with Disabilities Act) signed by President Bush in 1990, it is a crime to discriminate based on any disability, be it physical, developmental, or mental.

Unfortunately, as you have with any law, you have people who try and twist it to benefit them, not the good of our country; what Wikipedia calls the “professional plaintiff”—someone who is not afraid to threaten, even bully, to get they want; always the victim. Think of the lawsuit probably twenty years ago when a customer spilled hot coffee on themselves at a McDonald’s and then sued.

In my opinion that’s why airlines allow it: they are afraid of the one person who might take advantage of the situation, either by filing a lawsuit or smearing their reputation. Now we all get to suffer. My dad travels a lot for work, and I am sure he will be thrilled smelling dog for five hours coming from the lap of someone as able-bodied as himself.

So Ridiculous I Forgot to Laugh, Part 2

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Okay, on with my rant:

It is an absolute shame that anyone would even think of doing that. I realize there might be legitimate reasons—maybe panic attacks or severe anxiety—that your furry friend needs to be by your side. However, I am talking about cheats. They ruin it for everyone.

They rent wheelchairs at Disneyland just so they’re first in line at Space Mountain or still hang a disabled placard from their mirror even though it is their spouse’s, however they aren’t even with them.

Cheats should have to compensate every airline they have essentially stolen from. Plus an extra fine.

So Ridiculous I Forgot To Laugh, Part 1


 

This post is inspired by a story on “Good Morning America” today.

I used to have a service pooch. Lyra would make me more independent, I thought. My canine would pick up things when I dropped them. Push elevator buttons. Open doors. Just provide companionship. However, my dumb mutt wanted absolutely no part of it. We returned my “companion” and a couple of months later I purchased Maggie. Everyone lived happily ever after.

Although mine wasn’t especially bright, I love seeing service animals. Whatever the condition—visually impaired, or like me, needing help overall—they do provide a valuable service.

It is because of that that I found the story this morning so ridiculous. It’s about people cheating, saying their household companion is a service animal so their pets accompany them on planes at no cost. They obtained necessary paraphernalia: vest, certificate from a bogus training program as well as tags that will be fastened to their collar. From a certified agency? No. From online!

Stop The Madness

I wouldn’t call myself a feminist. Sure, I believe that women can do anything, from stay-at-home moms to CEO’s of Fortune 500 corporations, but I’m definitely not about to join NOW.

Still, a recent Super Bowl commercial, that is still playing makes me want to burn my bra. It’s not just because of the inappropriateness of the ad. It’s also about taste. Watching a “possibly nude” female walking through a farmer’s market is just crude. Then at the end of the ad we see she wasn’t completely naked, but she might as well have been: a miniscule nude-colored pair of shorts. As for the “top,” well, if you’ve seen the commercial, you know why I use quotes.

(Insert imaginary video here. I’m not going to condone the commercial by providing a YouTube rendition of it.)

What irks me is besides the taste (or lack thereof) is that it’s fine with everyone. We don’t even question things like this anymore. Movies with scenes of nudity and more “f-words” than you can count still have a PG-13 rating; an R-rate if there’s a cigarette.

They say kids today grow up so fast. The internet, TV, and movies aren’t helping. What scares me is, is this what will my nieces and nephews will be exposed to?