Well, I don't hate everything but I would like to kill some people right now.
My mum today told me about her trip to the mall.
Today was very hot. 34 degrees Celsius, I believe.
Here we barely ever get past 25 degrees.
Mum said she had a sad story to tell me, couldn't be that bad I thought.
Mum said she was at the mall and saw her friend from her Oxi classes (Some form of yoga or something) and her friend is one of the mall security at this mall. She said when she saw her, she was upset looking and mum asked her why.
She said she'd just seen and done the saddest thing she'd ever had to do in her job.
She'd had to break into a car today to remove a dog. Not a distressed dog, not a vicious dog, but a dead dog.
This poor dog had been left in the car, windows up and everything, parked in the sun for slightly more than two hours. When they removed the dog, the metal tag on it's collar was so hot when they touched it, it burnt them really badly.
She said the worst thing was that before they broke in, they'd called for the owners a good 5 times and they'd simply ignored it and continued to eat their McDonald's. When they finally came back to their car, they didn't shed a tear, they didn't give a shit that their gorgeous Pomeranian dog had died. Pomeranian's happen to be my favourite breed of dog. They shrugged it off and were quoted saying "Shit like this happens"
I want to go lock them in a car and watch them die. I'd have no regrets. I'd love to just beat the living shit out of them.
The only good bit of the story is that they're being charged with animal cruelty and such and are not allowed to register another animal ever. I hope they have to pay lots and it fucks up their Christmas. They don't deserve to be happy.
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