I was banned from the pet store for a week, but it has been lifted.  Rejoice! The restriction was put in place after I was late for an appointment.  I got caught in traffic and arrived 12 minutes late.  We have technology that would make the Knight Rider wet his pants, but people still haven’t figured out what to do at intersections with stop signs.   Drivers become confused, drooling idiots.  It’s simple.  Stop and go.  If you got there first, you go first.   

 Anyway, I walked into the store and immediately  apologized for being tardy.   The cashier cut me off, “Nope, sorry.  We can’t take you.   You’re late.”  She was like “The Soup Nazi”  from Seinfeld, minus the soup.  Plus, her apron was covered in animal hair.  I was blown away that she 1.) started a sentence with “nope” and  2.) was refusing  business.   “You have got to be kidding me,” I said hoping this was a joke.  “Nope, you’re late.  We can’t cut his hair.” Nope?  

She was a young girl.  Well, young to me.  I’m guessing she was in her early 20’s and wouldn’t qualify for a #1 mom mug.  A fellow mother would understand how challenging it was just to get the dog there.   The struggle is real.   I had a very small window from the time work ended and my job chauffeuring children to practice, music lessons, etc. began.   I pleaded with her,  “Isn’t there someone here that can cut his hair?”  She took joy out of my suffering, “My shift is almost over and we are completely booked.”   Her shift ended at 5 p.m. It was 3:43 p.m.   “Well, thanks a lot!”  I turned around and stormed out as soon as the automated door opened.  The sensor never works when you are in a hurry.  I was mumbling a few curse words on my way out.  

 I decided to call the store manager on my way home.   The Soup Nazi answered the phone and claimed to be the manager.   I later learned she gave misleading information.   I informed her that their policy is ridiculous and unfair.   She chastised me for not being punctual and said, “Don’t ever come back here.  You’re not welcome!”  Is this really happening?  I am not allowed in a store that sells fish food and cats.  I wasn’t going to take this lying down.  I could make a sign out of poster board and march in small circles outside the store.   Sure, I could do that if I were  crazy.   I’m not that far gone yet.  Instead, I went all Tony Danza and showed her who is the boss.   I sent out a tweet to corporate.   Don’t underestimate the power of a mom blogger.  Corporate quickly responded and was kind enough  to have their district manager call and apologize.   She also invited me to make an appointment for my dog.   I will not be returning.  I cannot trust my pet with a crazed woman with razors.    Nope.   

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