Some places stop anyone without a mask. Like Walmart. They have a mask cop at the door. Most places seem to ignore it. I don’t wear a mask. When they stop me at Walmart (or rarely elsewhere), I tell them I have a medical condition.
They aren’t allowed to ask about your medical condition. If they do, they face a steep fine. So your medical condition could be a stubbed toe, or dandruff, or pretty much anything you can think of. Not too many of us are perfect specimens. I never claimed my medical condition had anything to do with wearing a mask.
If I told the mask enforcers the truth, I’d have to say that my medical condition is that I have an IQ too high to fall for the mask nonsense. Also, wearing a mask causes hypoxia. Not good for anyone.
Our Walmart no longer has the mask nazis at the door. When they did I told them that lack of oxygen made me dizzy, and I was sure they wouldn’t want to risk me passing out and hurting myself.
At the bread company, I just told the twit that it was stupid, since everyone else had their mask off eating, and I was standing at least six feet away from her to give my order. Usually no one says anything—but this was a young twit, Nazi wanna be.