I need to vent. I do not have kids. -And unfortunately due to my apartments regulations, I am unable to own a dog. In actively choosing not to have kids, when I am at a nice restaurant, I don't want to hear your little asshole crying, screaming, or running amok. Let me live my best life ever, quietly enjoying my meal, in my anxiety-riden head of self-doubt. Thank you!
I love animals. In fact, I love most animals more than people. I am too irresponsible to own a dog, so there is no reason I should ever step in someone else's dog's shit. My shoes cost more than your monthly income, and it shatters the illusion of my social hierarchy when I am carrying fecal matter around on the bottom of my shoes all day.
