Never do this
Yeah, your emotional comfort rights end up right where my comfort begins.
An artist was left spitting feathers after United Airlines told her she couldn't board a plane with her "emotional support" peacock. In a video published by travel site JetSet, the woman is seen wheeling her case across the departures hall in Newark airport, New Jersey, with the large bird perched atop her shoulder, as …
sit in the seat behind me and kick my seat back the entire journey
Had that all the way on a flight to Dubai (from the UK). Whole family (well - women and children) in the row behind me.
Husband was up in 1st class - apparently his family didn't deserve the same luxuries as him.
"[...] sit in the seat behind me and kick my seat back the entire journey"
My first commercial flight was 12 hours - in the long-gone days when everyone had a window seat on a 747. An emergency mission for the company - so I was travelling on the first eligible day allowed with my smallpox vaccination. Kid in the seat behind kept jabbing my sore arm.
"Husband was up in 1st class [...]"
Travelled back from Bristol by train on a very hot summer's Saturday in the 1990s. The express route to London was "reservations only" - so I was on a train that ambled along the scenic route of the South Coast. Felt like a 1950s time warp in old BR rolling stock with no air conditioning - occasionally stopping at picturesque towns.
It was pretty much full of folks in summer holiday gear - except for the woman covered head to toe in a black burka. She and her two children occupied three of the four seats round a table. The fourth seat was empty. Later in the journey I realised that the man sitting a few seats away was apparently her husband.
This gives me an idea. I should try to board a flight with my emotional support turkey. Then, when denied access, I can utter the inimitable words of Mr. Carlson. To wit, "As God is my witness, I thought turkeys could fly..."
* for my British cousins who might not know, "WKRP In Cincinatti" was a late 1970s sitcom about the amusing and bizarre life of a radio station and its staff. For context, here is the full episode
Some things were just never meant to fly
Peacocks can (not well though - about as well as yer average chicken) - I have a photo (taken on a loooong exposure) of them nesting on top of a 30-metre ruined wall. Top get there, they have to do a series of short flights upwards to get from the base of the walls (via lower bits of ruin) to get to the top.
I'm amazed at the audacity and sheer stupidity of some people.
It's a wild fucking animal - and a reasonably big one too.
Putting aside the obvious animal cruelty aspects - if that thing decided to attack other people in mid-air in a confined metal tube, it has the potential to do some serious harm.
Idiots... we're surrounded by idiots...
Sadly the fallout from this will hurt the people who actually need animals for support. Last time I was back in the UK I noticed a few places had signs on the disabled loos saying that not all disabilities are visible; the fact they're needed suggests that some disabled people have been on the receiving end of some horrible abuse.
"Sadly the fallout from this will hurt the people who actually need animals for support"
sorry, my compassion has been seared away by too many SJW types making B.S. claims (like emotional support peacocks). I say "put the animal in a kennel/crate as checked baggage" and be done with it. Or leave your animal at home. Or in a kennel/zoo/whatever or a friend that you've taken advantage of. whatever. NOT on the damn plane, please! NO exceptions.
/me points out that _CELEBRATING_ the lowest rung of society is bass-ackwards. We should be celebrating SUCCESS, not denegrating it. And we should be BERATING those at the bottom end who insist on inconveniencing the rest of us because "they have issues". JOKE 'em if they can't take a @#$%!!
Problem is, yhere's an actual federal law in the books concerning them, due to people going into true panics without their comfort pets. Serves as an out for airlines otherwise faced with a dilemma.
Thing is, it doesn't apply here because the law let's airlines set a few basic criteria which in this case weren't met.
The ADA only applies to service animals not emotional support animals. See Q3 of the FAQ. Simply asking if it is a service animal required because of a disability and then asking what work/task it has been trained to perform will weed out a good number of cheaters as somehow I don't think sitting on your shoulder like an oversize pirate's parrot counts as work. Having said that, there is no need to bring or show certifications for the service animal so businesses have to take your word on it.
Not the ADA in this case. The Air Carrier Access Act (1986) requires airlines to accommodate for emotional support animals (NOT covered under the ADA because they don't provide physical services). Thing is, you need a letter from a therapist stating the need for the animals AND you need to let the airline know ahead of time.
"due to people going into true panics without their comfort pets"
To such people I say:
a) your psychological issues are not MY fault, nor MY business. If you can't sit in your seat for xx hours without going into a panic, charter your own damn plane or STAY OFF of the ones I fly on.
b) My compassion was seared and burned away LONG ago by all of the bleeding heart and SJW types. I just dno't give a CRAP any more. You want to fly, LEARN NOT TO PANIC.
c) Celebrating and coddling the lowest rungs of society ONLY ENCOURAGES THEM to be EVEN WORSE, instead of DEMANDING that they IMPROVE.
yeah it's frustrating to be 'a regular person'.
"yeah it's frustrating to be 'a regular person'."
Trouble is, failing to accommodate snowflakes can have tragic consequences. They can break down, fly into rages, and go into rampages, taking innocent people with you (including YOU). Remember, most rampagers have or had "issues".
So forget your compassion. Consider your self-preservation instinct.
A simple comfort animal that is both effective and considerate to others has been around for hundreds of years. It's called a teddy bear.
Unfortunately, because teddy bears are ubiquitous, they don't shriek "Look at me! Look at me!" in the way that an increasing number of Internet-fueled, narcissistic self-promoters crave.
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