So we’re in the Stop & Shop buying our groceries for the week, this morning–Happy Labor Day, everybody–and we’re standing in the checkout line, with a guy behind us who looks just like Pat Morita but probably isn’t–
And suddenly everybody in the store looks up nervously, because it’s a deep drum-roll overhead, like giants are using the roof of the building for a party… And I’m thinking, “How many horror movies could you start with this exact scene?” But no one panicked because the store has windows and we could all see it was torrential rains making all that noise.
We had a few anxious moments, driving home. Patty gets nervous when we can’t see the road.
And now it’s let up. It stopped raining as soon as we got our groceries put away.
And Patty’s reading about “Flirty” the emotional support mini-horse who was taken aboard an airliner recently.
As you can see, the mini-horse is no bigger than many service dogs that now fly aboard airliners without provoking astonishment. Except “Flirty” weighs two or three times as much as a dog the same size.
People sure are emotionally fragile these days, dontcha think?