MY TINY DOG is named Purse 'n Boots and goes everywhere with me—in my purse. Purse 'n Boots was snuggled up in my purse as we waited in line for some ice cream. It was hot and people were grumpy I guess, but as you eyed my baby, I could tell you were trouble. Purse started to bark. I told him, "Shush, my babe-ums." You let out a deep sigh. You rolled your eyes. The line was slow, and Purse was getting more agitated by the minute until finally, you said, "Why don't you let your dog out of that hot purse?" I just ignored you, but the harassment didn't stop. You said, "He's probably hot," and "It's cruel to put a dog in a purse," until I mustered up my courage and yelled at you, challenging your privilege and calling you out for invading our safe space. Just because it's a dog doesn't mean it wasn't harassment.You took a step back, shocked at being called out. The entire line went silent as my turn came to proudly order a scoop of vegan chocolate for me and a scoop of vanilla for Purse. I hope you learned a lesson to keep your mouth shut next time, asswipe.—Anonymous
