I'm in my favorite Hoboken coffee shop having Sunday morning americano (excellent) and chocolate croissant (they are usually better) when this family walks in with their dog and orders and sits down. The dog snorts and gasps for breath (the owner's exact words to the cashier) and smells (my addition).
They ruined my coffee experience. I didn't ask to be having breakfast with their smelly and unendearingly vocal dog.
The value of this experience is the reminder that one lives in a world one cannot control. And one that one may not always like, may want to right. But said one cannot fight all battles. Particularly not if they arise during Sunday morning lazing time.
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