Florida can kiss my ass.
I remember the year before I left, I was headed on a trip which included a triple BOS layover in the winter. So I stopped by the Altamonte Springs mall to buy a coat so I wouldn't freeze on my layovers. The clerks at the Altamonte Springs mall followed me around like I was effing Harry Styles to the point that mild-mannered twenty-something Derg stopped and asked why they were following me around.
"Well, we've had a lot of shrinkage"
Meanwhile, just over the clerks shoulder, flanked by three other clerks, there was someone that didn't match my demographics literally stuffing belts into her bag. Meanwhile, I easily out earned their manager but I was the threat and they were a-ok with assuming that I was there to shoplift.
I hate that state. That wasn't the only instance and that was demeaning AF and no one cared. Two weeks later I was invited to attend a wedding at a venue with the word "plantation" in it.