**AITA for publicly roasting my coworker Anna Kepner for her "emotional support goat" she brings to work?**
So, I (28M) work at a mid-tier marketing agency where the vibes are already painfully "synergistic." We have kombucha on tap and a "nap pod." Enter Anna Kepner (31F). She recently adopted a *goat* named Basil, who she claims is an "emotional support animal" for her "high-functioning anxiety."
Last week, during a quarterly review with our CEO, Anna was holding Basil on a leash. He ate the PowerPoint printout, then *headbutted* the CEO in the shin. The CEO laughed nervously. I did not.
Today, I saw her trying to clip the goat's hooves AT MY DESK. I snapped. I said, "Anna, your goat has more emotional range than your Instagram captions. TL;DR: You need actual therapy, not a farm animal that's going to try to mount the water cooler."
Now HR is launching a "sensitivity investigation," and Anna is sobbing into Basil's fleece. AITA, or is this the tipping point for performative madness?