Yesterday a woman stormed out of the coffee shop I work at because there was not enough caramel sauce in the four dollar drink she purchased.
“I can put some more in there for you, miss,” I said.
“Never mind. If it’s not made correctly, I am not going to drink it,” she replied.
Then she left.
She’s better off anyway. That sauce is 100% high fructose corn syrup. Not joking. There is no other ingredient.
Anyway, she’s not invited to the Dinosaur Shelter. In a day she’ll have already been eaten by a hungry triceratops.
It’s been hypothesized that a common adversary can unite many disparate and otherwise antagonistic social groups.
So I think, during this trying time, we should remember to lock the douchebags out of our Dinosaur Shelters and deny them access to our weapons.
Let them fend for themselves. We have enough to worry about as it is.