If this effing turkey had been seating near me, I would have wrong it’s bloody neck, and asked for a seat a long ways from it.
Has the world gone crazy? Maybe this woman has gone crazy and that’s why she thinks a turkey will make her feel better. Well lady, you want to feel better, put the effing turkey in the oven and then serve turkey sandwiches to everyone.
Adam Carolla’s podcast has frequently lamented the ridiculousness of so-called ‘service’ animals on airplanes. In particular he feels that people (women) are just using it as an excuse to bring their dogs with them without paying an extra baggage fee. A while back he jokingly asked Dr. Drew to write him a prescription for a ‘service pelican’ (which he would name Gilligan) to fly with him. Life imitating art…
Hey…
It HAS to be better than than that couple hundred pound “service” pig that was on a plane that squelled (well like a pig) and probably (shit like) a pig a few years back.
In June, a miniature Yorkie caused a smaller stir, at a fancy Manhattan restaurant. From a Google review of Altesi Ristorante: “Lunch was ruined because Ivana Trump sat next to us with her dog which she even let climb to the table. I told her no dogs allowed but she lied that hers was a service dog.” I called the owner of Altesi, Paolo Alavian, who defended Trump. “She walked into the restaurant and she showed the emotional-support card,” he said.
To be fair, I can readily believe that anyone growing up in the Trump household is emotionally stunted.
I don’t see what the big deal is really. I’d much, much rather have a turkey sitting beside me than some big, stinky person who hogs the arm rest, has bad breath and wants to talk. As long as he isn’t pooping everywhere and isn’t bothering anyone, what’s the harm?
As an aside, when I heard about this the other day…I just had to make a turkey gooble gooble sound (which I do pretty damn good if I say so myself)…which apparently none of my three little rat dogs had ever heard before…
From the following events I can conclude that “gooble gooble” is LRD for “attack the shit out of your owner”