Some mumbling guy whom I can only assume was a sort of security guard (judging from his all black outfit of boots, work pants, and golf shirt) tried to tell me I couldn't have my folding bike in the store. I say "tried" because he hardly spoke sentences to me. He mostly mumbled, shook his head from side to side, and pointed back and forth between my bike and the exit. I explained to him that I was being very careful and would not knock anything over.
We "discussed" the situation for about 2 minutes. He mostly just did more head shaking, mumbling, and pointing. He wouldn't answer me when I asked him if strollers were allowed in the store, or walkers. I told him my bike was smaller than a stroller. He responded "we have to clean the floor" as he made a sort of infinity symbol with his index finger. I assumed he meant that my tires would leave scuff marks? I gave up rather than tell him how I couldn't scuff the floor unless I was skidding my tires or using the brakes. I told him "I \was\ going to buy something and then leave, but, now I'm just leaving." But that guy doesn't care if I buy anything. He followed me to the door and waited for me to leave. I lingered for a few moments, and looked at the long line by the cashier. I decided that I didn't want to wait the 10 or more minutes to find a manager. The sad part is I actually went in there to buy baby wipes to clean my bike.
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It's amazing how many roadblocks there are to living green. The last time some store personnel tried to block me from entering with my folding bike, I told them that it was a personal mobility device that took up less space than a walker or wheelchair. I then asked if they would stop someone with a walker or wheelchair from entering the store. They then gave me permission to spend my money in their store.
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