To Whom It May Concern,
Last week I
told everybody that I couldn't come to the cookout today because I had a doctor's appointment this week. The appointment took presidence imho. I was only at the agency to pick up my allotment (it had to last me the entire weekend, including laundry {my preferred casemanager is highly allergic to

s, so I have to make sure I have something to wear that won't fooking
kill her!}.) Making matters worse, none of the staff at the agency wanted to drive me to my doctor's office, so I had to take public transportation.
To make matters worse, there was a bedbug inspection at the complex (I'm allergic to dogs!) I had to take allergy medication so I could fooking
function.
A$$hat #2,
You were blocking the aisle in the convenience store. I had to walk around
you, not
vice versa. Don't b!tch me out for trying to get around you to where I wanted to go. Be grateful that I didn't do a foot sweep followed by a makeshift tap dance all over your fooking
back, if not worse. Besides, if you didn't eat so fooking
much, you wouldn't be so fooking
obese*!
To Whom It May Concern #3,
What's so difficult about training a dog to walk on a leash? Ditto picking up solid dog waste, especially with so many gadgets designed to pick it up without you bending down? You don't need to kvetch and/or give your dog away if you just follow city rules and regulations. The difference between what's been asked for cat servants and dog owners is that what management wants from cat servants is mutilation of the cats' paws vs. simply keeping dogs reasonably restrained from jumping on people who are either afraid of or are allergic to dogs (not to mention stepping in dog waste, which can be a health hazard.)
Phyllis Sidhe_Uaine
*- He had three dozen donuts already, and was picking out another donut. I think that he tipped the scales at least 400 lbs, probably more.