People Are The Worst

So I mentioned Parents Weekend earlier, and while it was amazing – God Bless Texas – the flight home was less than amazing.

We were booked on Southwest – easily our favorite airline – and I did not want the window seat this time. Mrs. Earp took the middle and I had the aisle, because my bladder is smaller than a lima bean. Everything was going smoothly, and there was a chance we wouldn’t have to share the row with another humanoid.

Sadly, those chances dwindled immediately afterward.

A woman carrying a small tote bag walked up the aisle and wanted to sit in the row next to us. The women there said something about not liking dogs, or being allergic to dogs, and basically told the woman to scream. I heard a bit of the conversation, and thought, “Did she say dog?” Moments later, the woman asks if she can have our window seat. I’m not going to say no – although I thought it – so she sat down. Inside this makeshift tote bag was a small white dog, poking its nose out of the carry-on.

This yippy little bastard did not seem to be a service dog, so… what the hell?

Strangely enough, the dog was the least annoying part of the flight…

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