Yesterday as I approached the door of Whole Foods (think of a cat waiting outside a mouse hole) I noticed a sign on the door saying “Service Dogs Only.” My inner programmer/logician was shocked. Only a few days ago I had shopped there. Now it now was restricted to service dogs only. I looked inside and there were bipeds without feathers shopping and eating as usual. Didn’t they see the sign? My God! (Or maybe somebody else’s.) I tried to explain to people entering through the door that they shouldn’t go inside unless they were a service dog, but to no avail. They just laughed, not realizing the seriousness of the matter at our level of “mesoscopic existential reality.”

May-Tzu

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