Posted On: Friday - May 22nd 2020 7:25PM MST
In Topics:   Orwellian Stupidity  Healthcare Stupidity  Big-Biz Stupidity
OK, this is basically Part 3 of anecdotes on the Kung Flu Panic-Fest response from and in the Target store nearest me. However, how do you follow an Addendum, the previous post? To keep it straight, I'll just refer to Part 1 and Part 2. Here we present another boot-on-the-spots report from the front lines of the War on Possibly-Living Things.
I had to return that extra baseball glove purchased as explained in Part 1, due to my not bringing the boy with me the first time due to some plague thing or what-have-you. As always, even before this Corona Terra, I like to get a bunch of things if I'm going. Shopping is not at all my thing. Get in, try not to forget more than 1 or 2 items, get the rest of the stuff, and get the hell out. Except for that I'd be wearing a mask again, due to the wife's severe worrying, I'd forgotten the infestation of stupidity that filled this Big-Biz Big Box store a week back.
In the words of the 1990s Gin Blossoms, this was a New Miserable Experience. The parking lot was normal. Nobody was spraying down the shopping buggies with 71% (not 68% or 75%, mind you!) alcohol this time. It has been determined by the experts in Washington FS that this virus is NOT transmitted easily from surface to surface, only Six Degrees from Kevin's Bacon. Anyone who told you this before was some ill-informed official in Washington FS, whose picture can no longer be found on the internet. This has ALWAYS been an airborne War on Possibly-Living Things!
As soon as I got in the store, though, the Orwellian stupidity of the place wafted toward my nostrils, I mean, through the mask and everything. Customers had various masks on, employees had various masks on, and their were weird stickers on the floor. I was told to go around this way to get in, but since I had already committed to going the more direct way, I ignored the masked individual (hard to tell sex without a pair of the new-again Daisy Duke shorts or a butt appropriate to that genre of apparel - more on this, without pictures - so sorry - cameras spread germs!).
Returning the baseball glove required me to make my way to the end of a stretched-out social distanced line. I had to remove the mask mostly to talk to the lady, explaining why I had to return this with a nice short rant about this ridiculous Panic-Fest. Yeah, there was plexiglass, but neither of us really respected it.
The mask had to come off again for me to ask employees for the current location of 2 items without being hard to understand, seeing as they had moved the stuff around. I hate it when stores do that, even in normal times. After 5-10 minutes I'd gotten what I'd wanted other than the one item I'd forgotten. (At least the "Did you find everything, OK?" bit is gone, with the Corporate script now being " ", due to, you know, germs, unless you screw up the social distancing rules, of course.)
People weren't all wearing masks, whatever store policy was. I didn't count, but I'd guess 25% of the customers did not. Every single one of the employees besides the black employees wore masks. ("Black" gets you out of all kinds of things, but I don't blame them this time.)
As for the customers, well, there was that college girl with the Daisy Duke shorts and the nicest rear-end you're gonna see in any Big Box (pun intended if that works) store, or really any other store. She was smiley, with no mask in sight. Then, along came her friends, most of them with tanned legs in shorts, excepting one whose yoga pants were trying to give the other 99% of the yoga-pant wearing women a good name - see Down with Yoga Pants. Yes, I'm married, and happy with it in average times, but one can still look at the folks in the check-out line. Anyway, none of them had masks. When you look like that, you just absolutely can't.
This one line of customers was stretched to the center of the store to get that 6ft, as occasionally commanded on the P/A system, along with those spots on the floor. I ignored the spots and followed a lady as normal. I lost sight of Daisy Duke as the line moved quickly and people got corralled toward various registers. I could imagine the place with about 5% of the variety and 25% of the amount of goods seeming just like the old USSR.
There was no problem with the cashier this time, as opposed to last week (see Part 1). He was a black guy who agreed with me that this whole thing was a ridiculous "hoax". (Remember, the customer is always right!).
Out the door I went, and into the pocket the mask went.
Of course, most of you readers go to the store, so what is the point here? I figure the situation may be different in different locations. I can tell you that nobody that I heard gave any guff to anyone not wearing a mask. You had your rightfully-worried older people, then your Moms or Mom-aged ladies who all seemed to be masked up and worried.
Hell, I never liked shopping to begin with.
Addendum to the Amended Addendum: This is weird. I saw 10 minutes ago that Steve Sailer has a post titled "NYT: We Have Always Been at War with East Aerosolsia!", matching in meaning that last line in our 3rd paragraph here. In Sailer's post, he presents a tweet that says officially that no, this virus doesn't spread easily from surfaces. Mr. Sailer held up a couple of my comments under a previous post for extra long, one of which was about exactly this subject. I hate to say it, but I'm kind of getting sick of the guy and his posts that half the commenters could have replied "no shit, Sherlock" to a month ago. We did try to tell him, but Mr. Sailer is presenting all this "no duh!" business as he backs off his hysterical stance on the Kung Flu. I'm gonna have to write more about this later - getting p/o'd.