I did, too, just to see the faces of the panicked sheep. No one said anything to me, just looked “shocked” (that anyone would disobey “the arrows”) and cowered to the side (lest any killer virus bits go magically flying off me and over to them) when I passed... with a smile... on my unmasked face. I bet they felt extra-special socially responsible in contrast to the rogue elements of society. Poor, broken 🐑.
Exactly what happened to me. Terrified women would back down the aisle (so they wouldn't be going the wrong direction) when I walked down the aisle the opposite direction of the arrows. Or would back up against the shelf to give as much room as possible as I walked by them.
I enjoyed being disobedient, deliberately walked down the wrong aisle.
I did, too, just to see the faces of the panicked sheep. No one said anything to me, just looked “shocked” (that anyone would disobey “the arrows”) and cowered to the side (lest any killer virus bits go magically flying off me and over to them) when I passed... with a smile... on my unmasked face. I bet they felt extra-special socially responsible in contrast to the rogue elements of society. Poor, broken 🐑.
Exactly what happened to me. Terrified women would back down the aisle (so they wouldn't be going the wrong direction) when I walked down the aisle the opposite direction of the arrows. Or would back up against the shelf to give as much room as possible as I walked by them.
I identify as one who always walks the correct way down the aisle regardless of arrows.
I always walked in the direction I always did; sometimes it happened to be against the arrows :)