“But Vogad is my emotional support animal,” I said loudly, handing her my business card. “You can’t discriminate against him.”
The hostess shushed me. “Perhaps I’ll seat you on the patio then, where it’s more spacious.”
I peered over her shoulder towards the live band. “Actually, I’d like to sit in the back, near the music.”
Just then, a large flame rose out of Vogad’s nostrils.
Blushing, I quickly turn to the hostess. “On second thought, the patio will be just fine. It’s a smoking section, right?”