*MOD NOTE - This thread is not a discussion of the laws around service animals.
Sometimes customers will come into the shop with their dogs; more specifically, those little yippy dogs you can tuck neatly under your arm. I guess they figure that if their dog's feet aren't actually touching the ground, then technically the dog isn't really inside the shop.
Anyway, today a lady came up to the register juggling a small dog, an oversized handbag and a frozen yogurt. She put the yogurt on the counter and the dog on the floor so she could rummage around her purse to find her money and her loyalty card, pay, and then pack everything up again, all of which took about a minute. She then grabs some napkins and bends over, and when she straightens up she has a waddled up napkin full of dog turds. She walks over to garbage and throws it away, then comes back and says, "My dog made a little mess right here, see?" I have to come around the register to see where she's pointing. "I cleaned it up but you might want to scrub that area."
To which I replied, "Thank you so much for your consideration. I realize how tough it is to be a dog owner these days. It's not like you could have left the little precious at home alone or in the car while you got your yogurt; after all, he's a dog, not a child. And who cares how many health code violations you racked up during your brief visit today; you actually cleaned up the mess, which makes you a saint by today's standards. So go on home and don't give it a second thought. Your furry baby is welcome to befoul our shop anytime!"
Okay, so I only actually said "thank you." The rest were just my sarcastic thoughts. But my thank you was a bit sarcastic. That counts, right?
Sometimes customers will come into the shop with their dogs; more specifically, those little yippy dogs you can tuck neatly under your arm. I guess they figure that if their dog's feet aren't actually touching the ground, then technically the dog isn't really inside the shop.
Anyway, today a lady came up to the register juggling a small dog, an oversized handbag and a frozen yogurt. She put the yogurt on the counter and the dog on the floor so she could rummage around her purse to find her money and her loyalty card, pay, and then pack everything up again, all of which took about a minute. She then grabs some napkins and bends over, and when she straightens up she has a waddled up napkin full of dog turds. She walks over to garbage and throws it away, then comes back and says, "My dog made a little mess right here, see?" I have to come around the register to see where she's pointing. "I cleaned it up but you might want to scrub that area."
To which I replied, "Thank you so much for your consideration. I realize how tough it is to be a dog owner these days. It's not like you could have left the little precious at home alone or in the car while you got your yogurt; after all, he's a dog, not a child. And who cares how many health code violations you racked up during your brief visit today; you actually cleaned up the mess, which makes you a saint by today's standards. So go on home and don't give it a second thought. Your furry baby is welcome to befoul our shop anytime!"
Okay, so I only actually said "thank you." The rest were just my sarcastic thoughts. But my thank you was a bit sarcastic. That counts, right?

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