|Barked: Fri Mar 21, '14 7:37pm PST |
|Hi again -
I'm the same person who wrote the "grumble" post a couple of days ago. I guess it was tl;dr. lol
So instead, here's a writeup of what happened to me today. I'm just going to copy/paste what I wrote on FB. If I don't end up in the ER at some point tonight I'll be amazed [I'm still in full panic mode six hours after the fact].
From earlier today [keep in mind my audience on FB does not necessarily know much about SDs in general]:
"I was just verbally assaulted by a man I've never seen before in my life. Asked me what my dog is trained for. I'm sick of people getting up in my business, so I just said "he's my service dog". Man insisted I tell him WHAT my dog is trained to do for me, claiming that if ANYONE asks, I'm required by law to tell them.
This is, of course, false. If the management of Starbucks (or anywhere else I might be with the dog) asks, I'm required to tell THEM, not any old random idiot on the street. I said I don't talk about my medical issues with strangers - or I tried to, anyway, but he cut me off, insisting I tell him. See, the thing with this law is that it essentially makes you reveal your disability without actually being directly asked. It's a super sucky law brought about by the idiots that tote their purse dogs around and call them "service dogs".
Anyway, he goes on and says 'so the dog isn't trained for anything then?', which was just his own special way of being a d******** (did I mentioned he was yelling the entire time?). Then he said he was going to call the police (I said go ahead). Then he yelled at me for being a faker and hurting people with "legitimate" service dogs. His evidence that I'm a faker? There's a guy that I semi-know who comes in here regularly and is someone I allow to touch/pet/say hi to the dog (Cy loves this guy). This dude apparently saw this happen a couple days ago and went on to tell me that he knows that by law no one can ever touch a service dog (huh?). I stopped responding at that point, because it didn't matter, he talked over everything I tried to say - and besides, he clearly knows everything anyway.
It didn't stop there. He went to the counter and very loudly explained that they need to ask me what the dog is trained for, because he knows for certain I am a faker, and also he comes in here a lot and is allergic to dogs (who saw that coming?). Then some nonsense about how I'm always in here and how I'm breaking the federal law of Colorado. (yes, that's exactly what he said.).
I'm *still* shaking. This is basically exactly what my dog is for - to provide a barrier between me and everyone else (and stabilize me when everything goes to s*** and my anxiety/psychosis gets out of control), but this guy was so overbearing and angry I actually thought he was going to take a swing at me or something. Cy was highly confused and didn't seem to even know what to do other than turn and look at me - though I suppose dude is lucky the dog didn't go in to protective mode, which he can and does do upon occasion.
I feel like I might cry. I think I need to leave. I have a MRI in an hour anyway."
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