Get Off My Plane

To the woman who tried to take an “emotional support” peacock onto an airplane today: Fuck you.  If you are so damaged that you require the companionship of a such a majestic animal, then you are not emotionally equipped to fly next to me.  I don’t need a brightly colored fowl spreading his wings and knocking over my tomato juice while I’m trying to peacefully watch ‘MacGruber’ on my tablet in 12A.