There is a large sign on the door at our local grocery store saying “masks required—see manager if you cannot comply.” They would have asked this man what he needed, pulled his order for him and brought it out to his car. This girl had probably been told to stop anyone who wasn’t wearing a mask and was just doing her job.
I don't think she worked there. She was wearing no identification marking her as a store employee---she was just another shopper.
While I appreciate his sacrifice, when in a business, state, or municipality that requires it, he has to wear a mask. His service to our country and limitations due to injuries incurred during that service doesn’t matter to COVID.
I enforce occupancy and mask rules for the public at work. I hear all sorts of reasons and see all types of paperwork, but ultimately our governor says we have to mask up and our business supports that initiative. If people have limitations that prevent wearing a mask, I understand that, but the same rules that exist for all disabled people also apply to those who can’t wear masks... The requested accommodation must be reasonable, and cannot compromise the safety of the business, its assets, its employees, or people serviced by the business, and it must not infringe upon the rights of the business, its employees, or others. Not wearing a mask indoors violates all three of these guidelines.
I think what we need to be having is a nationwide discussion on how there is an ingrained ableist belief that being disabled means you get to conduct yourself however you want. That one can say “I’m disabled” and that’s synonymous with saying you’re untouchable and can do what you want. You get to the front of the line at Disney, you have people fawn on you, and you have a whole set of rules that make things easier for you than everybody else. Being disabled is not a declaration of entitlement, it is a way to denote you need special support to utilize a service others without a disability access.
I have a disability....several, in fact, and I can tell you from experience that very few of us try to "game the system". I have never tried to use my limitations as an excuse. I
have, on occasion, tried to use them as an
explanation---but I have regretfully discovered that a goodly portion of the world doesn't give a good rat's behind about my problems. If accommodating my disability means it causes problems for them, they couldn't care less if I lay in a ditch and die.
It's usually not a major problem for me, because when confronted with such behavior I usually blow a gasket, leave the establishment, and never set foot inside again. Menard's lost me as a customer for that very reason last spring; I'd been a lifelong customer of Menard's, used to shop there all the time. But due to virusophobia, they had installed
Geheime Staatspolizei agents inside their entrances, who were extremely unpleasant. An encounter with one of these charming individuals caused me to leave the establishment, and I will never spend one thin red cent at a Menard's again. Never. They are a private establishment, and they have the right to set their own rules, and I do not dispute that. I, however, have the right to shop where I feel appreciated and valued as a customer, and Menard's told me that I was not valued by way of their stormtroopers. I will never shop there again for the rest of my life.
There was another case, about a decade or so ago, at a local theme park. A young lady who was working there was going to meet her fiancé there when she got off work, and they were going to go out to dinner. The fiancé was a United States Marine, who had been paralyzed from the chest down in Iraq; God bless the young lady for still being true to him despite his injuries. Anyway, the future in-laws were dropping the young man off at the park to wait for her. It was late July, temperatures in the 90s, and the only shade was inside the park. He had about 45 minutes to wait until she got off her shift.
The park refused to allow him to enter the park unless he bought the $30.00 ticket as an entrance fee. His father-in-law tried to reason with them, saying, "He isn't going to be using any of the rides in the park---he
can't; all he wants is to just sit in the shade until my daughter gets off shift. I can't leave him sitting out here in this parking lot in the blazing sun for nearly an hour!"
Didn't matter. The park couldn't have cared less. It was either cough up $30.00 for rides he would never ride on, or he could sit in the sun and bake, for all they cared. There was a big blowup about it in the newspapers at the time. Now, once again: they had the right to act like selfish, miserable, money-grubbing, parasitic inhuman sos-and-sos with absolutely no shred of respect or compassion; it was, after all, their park, and their rules. But the story enraged me, and I swore I would never visit that park, nor support them in any way. If they wanted to treat a disabled veteran in such a manner, then they didn't need anything from me. I have never set foot inside that park, nor will I.
I guess maybe it's just a gut reaction on my part, being a member of The Noble and Illustrious Brotherhood of Them What Has Actually Been Shot At, and I don't expect civilians to understand it, or to agree with it. But it's my perspective on this type of thing, and there it is.