Well I just went to Costco.
I called 3 times in the last 3 days to see if they have exceptions to the masks that are required now.
All 3 phone calls were different workers. All 3 said to come to the warehouse. One said to come during the special senior hours because its also for medical exempt people.
One said come either times during special hours or during regular hours.
The last said to come to special senior hours if I’m immune compromised and if not to come during regular store hours.
I went this morning during senior hours.
The lady at the door told me its only for seniors65 and up. I told her I had a medical exemption. She smiled and waved me in and said she was going to let me in anyway.
While I’m shopping with the older crew I was approached by a very nervous hotwire spitfire energy adrenaline junkie shelf stocker worker that appeared like they were on prison guard and put her hand up to stop me✋ and motioned to her mouth and said something to me. I couldn’t freaking hear her so I stepped a little closer and she put her foot forward and her hand like the karate kid and said (louder) “where is your MASK you need to have it on!”
I told her I was told BY COSTCO to come in and do my shopping during this senior time and I have athsma.
She said , “okay???!!!”
“Just making sure”.
I cried on my way to the store this morning just thinking WHAT HAS THIS WORLD TURNED INTO in a short period of time??? How did we go so far off rhythm. How did we end up standing in lines to buy crap made with chemicals packaged in plastic not knowing if we are a boy or a girl, shooting up our little babies and old folks with poisons and running to the Dr for pain meds ending up addicted to scratch offs and trying to get social security benefits so we can buy cigarettes and alcohol to numb the tooth pain because we can’t afford a dentist because were still paying off our Led Schwab account and being sued by the hospital for a broken arm that costed $3,000.
I waited in a long line 6 ft apart with bald or white haired folks full of age and beauty of years of wisdom and all had masks on.
They looked, they stared. They didn’t say a word.
I had my youngest with me even. They could have thought all kinds of things but they kept to themselves and minded there own business and it was fine!
This little karate shelf stocker was a ticking bomb waiting to blow up.