Bureacratic Nonsense

I turned 52 this year, and apparently that is just a little too old to put up with bureaucratic nonsense anymore. I just hung up on the animal shelter here in town, before I started saying bad words... Here is the story. We decided to go to the animal shelter to see if there was a bunny to adopt, thought it was a good thing to save a shelter animal. I was mildly annoyed by the long prying questionnaire that had to be filled out, put up with being told we would have to wait 24 hours for the shelter to "check us out" before we were "allowed" to pay $75 to have a 2 year old rabbit spayed and take her home. They did not call me at the end of the 24 hour period as they said, so I called them, and was told that before they could decide, they would need to inspect our home. I said, "you've got to be kidding", they got all huffy, of course they couldn't place animals with just anyone. If only you could see the flames shooting from my eyes at that point! Long story short, I hung up on them and took the girls to the pet store where the very nice owners know us from our hamster purchases, and are lovely to my children, and who obviously love the animals they are caring for without being insane about it. Little Scooter Pie, a lion face bunny has now joined our family, currently hopping around the living room getting used to us. He is the sweetest thing, lets me scoop him up and hold him without getting skittery, seems to be a calm soul and we love him already.