I was kicked out of a store today for refusing to wear a mask. The girl (I’m guessing, always hard to tell with these people) handed me a mask as I walked in. I continued to walk without putting it on my face. She FOLLOWED me and, causing a scene, told me I needed to put it on my face or leave. I turned around, dropped the mask on the floor and walked out leaving my boyfriend standing there with his mask on. I’m DONE with this.
Side note: I also witnessed a man wearing gloves use hand sanitizer today... on the gloves. I’m fucking done. Get me out of this nightmare.
Three words.
"I'm medically exempt". Cannot by law be challenged, if they do then they are the ones in trouble. The legislation around it is clear.
Failing that, 11 words: "Your mother needed a hysterectomy, but we are where we are".
I fucking love that line, thank you
They do, but you then have the right to remind them that they are refusing you services on grounds of medical and disability discrimination, which is illegal and they are now on notice of further action.
I'm late forties and I remember signs in doorways to certain establishments saying, "No shirt, no shoes, No service" Yes, an establishment has every right to refuse service to you, and especially you, Karen. The best way to rustle a business' jimmies is just not go, and not only just not go but don't tell the business why you don't shop there anymore.
Lack of feedback was my number one buggaboo when I had my lawn service. I did coupons, I did referral discounts, I did almost every trick in the book but my customers were braindead zombies that only knew how to write a check when the bill came in. I could never grow my business so I folded. I was great at lawns but sucky when it came time to collect. Nobody likes to pay their lawn guys. I got tired of hurling rocks through bedroom windows in the middle of the night at the end of every month. Horse heads became an expense that I was no longer able to afford.
One time, totally different company, totally different proffesion, I and my boss were on our way to a cabinet job to install cabinets in Miami, so on the way there, I and my boss worked up quite a pressure. My bladder was overflowing and his bowels were fit to blow, well, me being a spry young lad had raced to the bathroom, (the only one) and did my deed. My boss catches up and tries the door and is pissed that I come strolling out afterwards. Mind you, he's 400 pounds of sheer fast foodery bullshit and his bowels are set to "BLOW" at all times. He was pissed that I dared go in front of him in a single serve bathroom.
That was the reason I quit his ass. Didn't even give him his 2 weeks because my intuition tells me he wouldn't have given me any notice.
It's the journey, not the the destination. Were you not entertained?