Sometimes, I read the news and think to myself, "Really, America?" And then I have to remind myself that most Americans that I know are not this uhm...what's a good diplomatic word? Oh, challenged.

But these are the things that make the news, and these are the things that are truly embarrassing. Every country has embarrassing idiots...but not every embarrassing idiot at fault tries to sue someone else for their own stupidity. That sort of thing does tend to be uniquely American.

Take, for example, this couple.

Let's get the primary fact out of the way. Yes, the BA ticketing agent messed up by putting the couple on a flight to Grenada instead of Granada. Com'on, BA. Get yo' shit together. Sure, it's probably just the American accent thing that tripped you up, but you're an airline. You know you should be referring to destinations by name *and* airport code, just so there's no confusion. It would've been better for you in the long run if you had just re-routed them to Granada and put them up in a hotel for a day or two to make up for it. Your offering was a bit meager.

CORRECTION: So, turns out BA did offer to fly them to Granada for free on top of this offering. So it's not that meager. This couple is just downright ridiculous!

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HOWEVER...

Maybe the couple should take a bit of responsibility on this.

When the e-ticket said "Grenada" without a "country" listed, the couple didn't think to ask? There aren't multiple spellings for Granada. And the only way this could possibly escape one's notice is...IF THEY DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO SPELL GRANADA IN THE FIRST PLACE.

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Moving along...so, at the airport, the couple had to followed the signs that all said "Grenada". They didn't think anything about this at all? And when they got to the gate and boarding for "Grenada" was called, they didn't notice?!

The irony? In another article, the husband was quoted as saying they had been dreaming about going to Granada for a long time. If that's true, why don't they know how to spell it?

But hell, who cares about that pesky detail! Let's just sue the airline!

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No. I didn't buy a cat. I spent $30 on cab fare, taking a stray cat that I found on my street to the Toronto Humane Society. If I hadn't decided to walk home from Tabulé on Queen, I wouldn't even have found the cat.

As I walked up my street, I saw a cat in the middle of the sidewalk. Normally, I don't think anything of it. Most cats usually run off when someone approaches. The friendly ones will come up to people hoping for a little ear scratch. But this cat curled up like a ball on the sidewalk. It's not normal behaviour. When I got closer, I said, "Hi kitty." and put my hand out for it to sniff. She didn't even look up, but meowed the loudest wail of a meow ever. I knew there was something wrong with her.

I thought about calling the Humane Society but honestly, I don't know how long it would take for them to send someone to pick up this cat. She wasn't wearing a collar, so it's not like I could find her home. So I decided to walk home and grab the cardboard box in which my collection of A Game Of Thrones books was delivered. I figured if the cat was still there when I got back, I would take her to the Humane Society.

Sadly, when I got back, there she was, hiding under a parked car. It was really hard to coax her out without looking like I was trying plant a bomb under the car (I know, I watch too many crime dramas). Eventually, she did come out and I scooped her up with my left hand and put her in the box. She jumped out the first time, but she was in no condition to run away, so I put her back in the box and headed to the bus stop. After waiting a few minutes, I flagged down a cab.

Why did I spend $30 on a cab to take this cat to the Humane Society? Because she was injured. She could barely walk. She was horribly skinny. When I picked her up, I could feel her ribs. There was no flesh at all. Just fur, skin and bones. She couldn't have been more than 5 lbs. A cat this size should weigh at least 5 lbs.

At dinner, I was telling my friend that I hate taking cabs. I only actively choose to take cabs when I'm in a rage and don't have the patience that is necessary for taking public transit. And not 5 hours later, I was in a cab, with a stray cat that I put in box.

Why was I in a rage, you ask? I wasn't pissed at the cat, if that's what you're thinking. Everyone knows, I'm not a cat person. While I don't hate cats, I'm most certainly not a fan. But, it doesn't matter that I'm very allergic to cats. And it doesn't matter than even now, 2 hours after dropping off the cat, my entire left arm is itchy. I was not going to leave this cat to die in the street

I'm pissed at people. This cat is a stray. Where do stray cats come from? Either someone just threw their cat away, or people didn't spay/neuter their cats, resulting in kittens that no one wants. Regardless, it's irresponsible, negligent people that create this stray cat problem.

I'm not a hero. I'm not looking for anyone to pat me on the back. And I can't save every stray cat or rescue every unwanted dog. But this problem wouldn't be nearly so bad if people were more responsible.

Anyway, I'll be calling the Humane Society in a couple days to see how the kitty is doing. In the meantime, please spay/neuter your pets.

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