Apparently the district manager of the Starbucks around here, well, she came up to me, and told me that my dog, Beck, was blocking the way to the bathroom for the customers, and she had to be moved.
I wanted to tell her that in a store this small, and a dog this big, that no matter where I put Beck, she was going to be in the way--and then I wanted to cry--DISCRIMINATION!
I HAVE MY RIGHTS, DAMNIT!
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