Took the Gladiator in to the stealership for a free oil change today. The service reception area is 3 cubicles with the service advisers sitting in each of them. As you walk in to the area, there are tables in front of the cubicle entrances, intended to be a socialist distance buffer. And of course, everyone has to wear face diapers.
I walk in and one of the service advisers asked if I had an appointment, which I did. She asked for my name, so I told her, and spelled it out for her. She asked again, and I spelled it out for her again. She couldn't find me in the computer because she couldn't hear me.
I was wearing a face diaper, as was she, and she was at least 10 feet away. Since I didn't feel like shouting while wearing a face diaper, and dealing with this bullshit, I simply left.
I'll be so glad when this shit is over.
