We Don’t Think The [Illness] Cares How You Voted

A gentleman just waltzed out of the elevator with no mask on.

Me: “Sir, do you need a mask?”

I really feel like I am being kind. Every other customer seems to respond, “OH, I’M SO SORRY! I HAVE ONE!” or, “OH, YES, PLEASE! I’M SO SORRY!” And I’m always super cool about it and respond with, “Ahh, I gotcha,” and shake my head like, “It’s no big deal; don’t worry about it.”

Man: “I’m just using the restroom! I have one right here.”

Me: *Casually* “Okay.”

Then, he comes back from the restroom, walks right up to the side of my desk, and says:

Man: “DID YOU VOTE REPUBLICAN OR DEMOCRAT?!”

Me: “I really don’t feel comfortable talking about politics.”

Man: “Everyone in this town has been so nice about the masks, but you super were intense! Are you the manager?!”

Me: “I really apologize if it came off that way, but I’m not the manager, and they’re just strict here and I just don’t want to get in trouble.”

They’re honestly great managers who are super understanding and not overly strict, super reasonable in all their dealings, but I want to get the guy out of my face; he may have had a bit to drink.

Man: “Yeah, I bet they are.”

He shook his head and walked away.

Is there a better way to get people to put on masks? We’re happy to give them out so I always offer. It says on the window of the hotel that masks are mandatory.

I even had a dude a couple of months ago say, “Okay, doctor,” to my manager when he asked a gentleman very politely to put on a mask.