Karen’s Argument
With a sense of purpose in her stride, Karen marched down the aisle and stopped at the service dog’s owner. “Excuse me, sir,” she began, her voice laced with a thin veneer of politeness, “do you really need that dog with you?” The condescension in her tone made it clear this wasn’t a genuine question. The man looked visibly flustered, struggling to steady himself between his rising nerves and her confrontational approach. Around us, the quiet murmurs among passengers began to swell once more, the tension escalating by the second.
Karen’s Argument
Owner’s Incoherent Justification
The owner stammered, trying to explain that his dog was essential for managing his anxiety, but Karen’s cold, dismissive demeanor acted like a wall he couldn’t get past. “It’s for my anxiety,” he began, only to be met with an eye roll that spoke louder than words. With every curt gesture and dismissive glance, the tension in the cabin wound tighter. The growing stares from surrounding passengers only deepened the man’s discomfort, transforming what should have been a place of safety into an unwilling stage under harsh, unforgiving lights.
Owner’s Incoherent Justification
