Assholes and sign language

I took two freshly printed promotional postcards to a nearby vet today. I was in jeans and a tshirt but thought what the heck, I need this practice, I'll dress better and do more in the next few days. And thus my fear and distaste for "selling" myself was doubly reinforced. I think this man thought it was his personal duty to make sure I understood that his opinion on my business was all that mattered. I won't get into details but I left his office trying hard to calm my red cheeks and wondering why people resist new ideas with such vehemence. He doesn't have to post my postcards. He doesn't have to think my dog is properly certified, certified only in the way he deems appropriate. I'm offering a service that basically doesn't exist anywhere nearby. Hardly anywhere at all. So sue me. Don't call me. Rip the postcard up when I leave. But don't take it upon yourself to explain, in sloooww, c.l.e.a.r. language that a hound/German Shepherd mix is "odd" and "not what search and rescue generally uses". I know what he thought, he thought hmm she looks about my daughter's age. It's important that she gets my professional opinion. He is probably at home now discussing my visit with his wife, mentally patting himself on the back for putting me through the ringer in a calm yet firm way. What a pretentious asshole. I will not be bitter though. Well, I will be a little bitter, but only in this post and then move on. My other tidbit from today is that a car pulled up next to me at a red light. The older man driving was trying hard to communicate something to the younger woman beside him. After blatantly staring at them I realized he was trying desperately to talk to her in sign language. I felt sorry for them both. He kept signing and then gesticulating forcefully towards the horizon. She kept looking at him intently then looking towards the horizon herself, hoping each time to understand. I don't know if they ever got it figured out. The light turned green. I hope so. Maybe he just thought the sunset was pretty, because it really was tonight.