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No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service.
We’ve all seen signs like this, hanging in the windows or plastered on the doors of various businesses.
They’re common, especially for places where food is sold or served, and for obvious reasons of maintaining a sanitary environment.
And never, even as such signs alert customers to limits being placed upon their freedom to come and go as they please, has anyone made much of it. Indeed, I can’t imagine anyone would deny the right of a business owner to hang such a sign on their door and enforce such a rule about basic body covering, or for a government health department to mandate such a practice in the interest of public hygiene.
No one would see such a sign and then lose their shit on camera, blabbering about liberty and their right to bring their funky toes, uncovered, into a grocery. No one, not even the most prototypical of white boomers habituated to overdosing on entitlement. Not Karen or any of Karen’s other Karens. No one.
No one would see such a sign and then think to themselves that tyranny had descended upon River City. People would respect the sign and the policy, even though it…
