the 6pm United flight where you brought a smelly dog, told the FA it was a service dog, then immediately admitted it was actually an ESA when asked for paperwork.
You refused to put the dog in a carrier. Then, at the very start of what was supposed to be a 5 hour flight (that turned into 8), your dog vomited all over the floor. And you didn’t clean it up.
I truly wish you nothing dramatic. Just a lifetime of tiny inconveniences. Every charger slightly too short. Every gate change at the last minute. Every seatmate with a loud phone call.
That is all.
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