So I’m checking into the my flight at the United Premier section of SFO, and things are going just fine. I notice a man with a dog to the right of me. I take notice because it doesn’t look like a seeing eye dog, and it doesn’t have any sort of “clothing” on to identify itself as a special dog. It looks like this guy just brought his pet in here. Whatever – this is San Francisco. I turn back toward the counter and stop caring. Then I hear the following…
Passenger: “Hi! My name is ___ ___. I’m checking in for my flight to _____, and this is my emotional support dog!”
Agent: “Your what dog?”
Passenger: “This is my emotional support dog. Here’s my doctor’s note and travel agent’s note.”
Surprised Agent: “Okay… let me see… okay… looks good to me…”
I walk over to the security line, and I see that he and his dog are right behind me. He immediately announces to the line, “This my emotional support dog!”
I tried so hard to contain my laughter, and I was luckily able to keep it all in.
In any case, I’m on my flight to Denver now, and I didn’t get the ugprade. I could really use some emotional support. Maybe I should get a friendly dog prescribed to me.