I was in a Ross store. A guy one aisle away wearing a neck gaiter was asked politely by a worker to “please pull up your mask, sir.” He said, loudly, “I don’t care.” (Which doesn’t quite make sense as a response, but whatever.) The worker said, again, politely, “Well, we do.” The jerk says, “You can contact my supervisor at the police department,” as he starts walking away from the worker. It’s not the way the police in this city refer to themselves – it’s getting weirder and I’m paying more attention now.
The store security guard walks over and says, “Sir, please pull up your mask.” Jerk walks away from him saying, “No, there’s no mandate!”
The security guards says, “There is here.” The jerk says, “Not in Florida!” He goes toward the escalator. The security guard says, sternly, but with a tiny bit of bewilderment in his voice, “Well, you’re not in Florida.” The jerk pulls his gaiter up and starts riding up, and says, “stop following me, please.”
Security guard makes a calculated decision and lets him go. (With his mask up.)
Same store when I went to check out, a customer at another register has her mask below her nose. I look up a minute later, and it’s all the way up – I figured maybe it slipped and she fixed it. A minute later, it’s all the way under her chin. WTF.
I’d overheard the manager talking about them having to open late because they were short staffed. No wonder. They’re almost certainly not paid enough to deal with that.
