Haha MOST autoparts stores don't care... not the one in my town. I walk in my local Advance Autoparts the other day and these clowns have yellow rope strung infront of all the registers, keeping you 6 feet away. Then theres these grey pushcarts you drop your items into and slide it over to them at the register, which is hidden behind a wall of plexiglass. Behind that fucking wall of shame are these clowns, all masked up and wearing nitrile gloves. Fucking SCIENCE. Upon sight of me, the land orca behind the register let's out a giant sigh and while shaking his head in disapproval, tells me he'll get me a mask if I just wait outside. Typically at this point I'd have bounced, but I need these fucking connectors, so whatever, outside I go. 5 minutes later the guy with the harpoon scars waddles out and I SHIT YOU NOT, hands me a mask he made from those heavy-duty oil-dry paper towels that he stapled rubber bands to for ears. Fucking SCIENCE. At this point I'm actively laughing and I strap this marvel of engineering in the most half assed way possible over my chin/mouth with nose fully exposed. Get my parts, scoot my shit over to register guy Willy and then proceed to enter into a verbal argument, after I ask him if he finds any of this ridiculous. Some shit was said and I'm beginning to see red, so i tell this dude he's more likely to die from obesity than this joke of a virus, to which he responds that I can leave, to which I respond by throwing the "mask" back at him and calling him a fucking sheep. Never did get those connectors, but I did get a nice lesson in the effectiveness of propaganda on cucks
Auto parts stores don't care either.
Haha MOST autoparts stores don't care... not the one in my town. I walk in my local Advance Autoparts the other day and these clowns have yellow rope strung infront of all the registers, keeping you 6 feet away. Then theres these grey pushcarts you drop your items into and slide it over to them at the register, which is hidden behind a wall of plexiglass. Behind that fucking wall of shame are these clowns, all masked up and wearing nitrile gloves. Fucking SCIENCE. Upon sight of me, the land orca behind the register let's out a giant sigh and while shaking his head in disapproval, tells me he'll get me a mask if I just wait outside. Typically at this point I'd have bounced, but I need these fucking connectors, so whatever, outside I go. 5 minutes later the guy with the harpoon scars waddles out and I SHIT YOU NOT, hands me a mask he made from those heavy-duty oil-dry paper towels that he stapled rubber bands to for ears. Fucking SCIENCE. At this point I'm actively laughing and I strap this marvel of engineering in the most half assed way possible over my chin/mouth with nose fully exposed. Get my parts, scoot my shit over to register guy Willy and then proceed to enter into a verbal argument, after I ask him if he finds any of this ridiculous. Some shit was said and I'm beginning to see red, so i tell this dude he's more likely to die from obesity than this joke of a virus, to which he responds that I can leave, to which I respond by throwing the "mask" back at him and calling him a fucking sheep. Never did get those connectors, but I did get a nice lesson in the effectiveness of propaganda on cucks
Just say the two magical words "medical condition" then they have to let you though without a mask.
Most places I’ve seen don’t let that fly either. They’ll just try to accommodate you by shopping for you while you wait outside.