One of my best friends from high school recently married a guy who has a service animal because he gets panic attacks. This apparently stems from people at his work place flipping him shit because he's a ****ing dork. Guess it's easier to get some headshrinker to write you a scrip for a big dog who will lay on top of you if you start having bad feels than actual growing a pair and standing up for yourself.
Can't believe she married that clown. I don't know that I've ever been so thoroughly unimpressed with a friend's spouse in my life.