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It's pretty obvious where this is going, and yet, the unspoken planning that went on between grandmother, granddaughter, the granddaughter's boyfriend, and even the dog was diabolical. It's not like they didn't warn the aunt about the duties of sitting up front with the dog. In fact, it sounds like she was warned about it several times, but she still demanded that position without thinking of the consequences.
Well, auntie, it's time to learn that there are consequences to your actions. Now, it's time to face the music, or face the puke in this case!
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The Karmic Puke…
“I (25f) have a dog, Sonny, that I absolutely love and adore for lots of reasons, and car rides are not among them. She gets nauseous in the car and with 90% chance, she just pukes. She is less nauseous in the front seat, so I sit with her on my lap in the front seat with wet wipes and bags ready to be vomited on. Still love her though (dog tax in the comments).”
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"A couple of days ago, we had to go on a car ride with my grandma, and for some reason, she decided to take her sister with us. Her sister, let’s call her Karen, is among the least pleasant people I know: smug, entitled, and absolutely unteachable. Life sends her biggest lessons to her regularly, and every time she goes “naaaaaahhh that couldn't be the consequences of my actions, nooooo”. Well, Sonny happened to be the vessel of this life lesson."
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“We got by her house, while we were waiting for Karen, I got out of the car to let Sonny stretch her paws and brace myself to see Karen, and before I know it, she sprints to the front seat and sits her *ss in there looking at me victoriously. I come and tell her that me and Sonny are in the front seat since she gets nauseous and will feel much worse in the back seat. Nope, she got there first(???), and also she is older, and if Sonny needs to be in the front seat, she can take her on her lap. I am furious for a couple of seconds, then I see my grandma trying to make cat-in-the-boots level begging eyes to make me stop whatever I am about to say, and I decide that *uck it, okay then. I give her Sonny, she sits there all smug and happy about her victory, shows off, hugging my doggo, and tells me to not be jealous.”
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“I am furious for approximately 50 seconds, before I remember the reason I get to have the front seat. It’s not the privilege this old hag thinks it is. So I tell her that I am SOOOO happy that Sonny feels comfortable with her, and since they both feel so nice and good, Karen can be the designated Sonny holder forever.”
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“Now, to be fair, we did, in fact, tell her about the risks of getting dog food in your pocket before this ride, it’s not like she was blindsided. I sit, relax, and wait. And sure enough, 15 minutes into the ride, Sonny shares everything with Karen all over her white jacket and car door. Dog food, a little grass she ate, a treat from before, everything, and it’s right on Karen. To be fair, I have a technique of catching the storm before it hits my jeans, but since nobody asked me, the big wash day for Karen it is. I am grinning like the little *hit I am, my bf shining like a nickel since she managed to *iss him off along with annoying me. Even my grandma is laughing behind the wheel, trying to hide it without any success. Sonny finished updating Karen's outfit in the last goblincore trends and is back to happily looking in the window, and Karen is whining nonstop. Why didn't anybody tell me (we did), why is this dog so disgusting (shut the *uck up she is perfect), when will be the next stop (15 minutes later and grandma refused to stop earlier), etc., etc. We got out of the car at the stop, and everybody got what they deserved: Sonny, a lot of scratches and belly rubs, Karen, a well-deserved karmic puke, and we - a good laugh. On the way back, I was in the Front Seat of Victory and Sonny just slept peacefully without feeling dizzy. I guess she put all her strength into frolicking in the grass, running after sticks, and refusing to give them back. The end.”
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