OT: What the hell is wrong with Suck City, my home town? For the second time in as many days, I’m being discriminated against because of my service dog. This time it’s a restaurant I’ve been going to with him for years. Suddenly the matre d’ decides he can only seat us outside. I don’t want to sit outside. I want to sit at my regular table, where I’ve sat with my dog more times than I can count. So now he’s talking to his boss and they’re deciding if they want to piss off an old customer and have an ADA Justice Department complaint on their asses. I will gladly fill out the forms, if that’s the way they want to play it. SICK of this shite.