Unfiltered Story #97918

I have a coworker whose boyfriend apparently doesn’t have anything better to do than to hang out there for several hours while she’s at work. She’s also recently found out that she’s pregnant.
A customer in an electric wheelchair comes in with a service dog.
Me: That dog is so cute! I love dogs, and I wish I could pet it, it I know you’re not supposed to pet service dogs.
Boyfriend: Like that’s a service dog. She doesn’t need one.
Me: You don’t know that. She could have seizures.
Coworker: Or PTSD, or diabetes, or anxiety or depression.
Me: Also, a lot of people in wheelchairs have service dogs to help reach things that they can’t.
They walk away. A few minutes later, Coworker comes back.
Coworker: Sorry about that. He’s a douchebag. I can’t believe I bred with him. Hopefully my kid won’t turn out like him.