Rumors make me famous.

So, as you might know, it’s been impossibly hot in the midwest for a while now.

And my mom and I went out to dinner last night after work.
Some fucking douchebag leaves his dog in the car.
Oh, it’s only 80 fucking degrees outside, I’m sure it must be 60 degrees in the car for a dog who can’t sweat, right?
Jesus fucking Christ.
It doesn’t matter if you leave the window open a crack. It’s at least 100 degrees or more in that car. And for the dog? Jesus.
My mom wrote down his license plate and went inside to go and see if they would call the police.
The guy got all pissy and was like, “I was only in there for four minutes. Mind your own business.”
Fucking douchebag.