So my 45 minute drive home turned into 6 hours, I finally park a few miles from home seeing how dangerous the roads are, and given that it's literally 1mph progress on 41 in Kennesaw.
I park, run through the snow a half mile, to the Kennesaw goodwill, knowing I can spend $10, get another coat or something so I don't freeze to death in the walk home.
4:30pm. Three employees--2 women, a black guy bigger than me, sitting around front.
And they won't let me in to buy anything. "For safety reasons."
I'm 5'9, 22, clean shaven, wearing business casual--a light jacket, dress shirt and slacks. And it's too dangerous to let one customer buy a coat at 4:30pm with three employees sitting there. I wanted to hurl a brick through the front window.
Then I stagger next door to the Old Towne Tavern, maybe 8 people inside. A server greets me warmly but tells me kitchen's closed, staff is just washing up to go home. I hopefully ask for coffee, expecting to be shooed away--and it's suddenly, "Sure man, sit down at the bar, let me get you some coffee, want creamer/sugar with that?" The servers were warm, friendly, happy to chat, told me I didn't need to leave out into the cold until they did, offered to make more coffee and refused when I offered to pay.
Lesson of the day, "Goodwill" is evil and Taverns are where you find goodwill, lmao.
So how'd it go for you all?
I park, run through the snow a half mile, to the Kennesaw goodwill, knowing I can spend $10, get another coat or something so I don't freeze to death in the walk home.
4:30pm. Three employees--2 women, a black guy bigger than me, sitting around front.
And they won't let me in to buy anything. "For safety reasons."
I'm 5'9, 22, clean shaven, wearing business casual--a light jacket, dress shirt and slacks. And it's too dangerous to let one customer buy a coat at 4:30pm with three employees sitting there. I wanted to hurl a brick through the front window.
Then I stagger next door to the Old Towne Tavern, maybe 8 people inside. A server greets me warmly but tells me kitchen's closed, staff is just washing up to go home. I hopefully ask for coffee, expecting to be shooed away--and it's suddenly, "Sure man, sit down at the bar, let me get you some coffee, want creamer/sugar with that?" The servers were warm, friendly, happy to chat, told me I didn't need to leave out into the cold until they did, offered to make more coffee and refused when I offered to pay.
Lesson of the day, "Goodwill" is evil and Taverns are where you find goodwill, lmao.
So how'd it go for you all?
