NSFW: A Dog! An Effing Dog!

So this happened today and it has me a little pissed off. Slightly. Okay, I'm livid. Livid enough to actually write a blog post about it. Sorry (not sorry) for all the language that follows. You have been warned.

First a little background. You may remember these previous posts:

Disney and the Disabled

Disney and the Disabled (Part 2)

So my train pulls into the Main Street station today and since I am the fireman at this particular time it is my job to load wheelchairs. No big deal. An elderly-ish couple was walking up the ramp pushing a stroller and when they stopped at the top of the ramp I hopped off to take care of them.

I wasn't paying  much attention to them, but I did notice they had a red tag on their stroller, which means it can be used as a wheelchair. Sometimes special kids don't fit well into big wheelchairs so it makes sense to just let them stay in their stroller. No one has any problems with that at all. We see them all day. The pic at the right shows you what they look like. (now this does lead to several arguments a day over allowing certain strollers on the train while others have to be folded...but that's another story).

Now this is where the story goes way wrong. I open the gates, drop the wheelchair ramp and look into the stroller expecting to see a sleeping toddler (the norm). But what do I see looking back at me? A small dog. A fucking dog!

I was perplexed to say the least.

These people had a handicapped sticker on a stroller to carry around a fricking kick dog! And it wasn't even a service animal. There was no kid anywhere! There should have been one in that stroller. He may have been under the dog I dunno. And how the Hell did they get that sticker in the first place?!?

Has it sunk in yet? They have a sticker for disabled people on a stroller meant for kids to push around a god damned dog and expect everyone to LET THEM USE THE DISABILITY ENTRANCES FOR THEIR FUCKING PET!

I didn't know what to do so I just put them on the train. I got madder and madder as we drove around the loop (because of course they wanted to do a round trip). I was hoping I would have other wheelchairs so I could tell them to get the Hell off my train.

When we got back to Main Street I didn't even look at them. I was biting my lip the whole time I unloaded them because I knew I was about to say something that would get me fired. I deserve some kind of award for that. It took a lot of self control.

I couldn't wait to tell the story in the breakroom where more than one person replied "wait, a fucking dog?". That quickly became the phrase of the day. I'm glad I am not alone on this one.

A dog. A fucking dog!