I have to wear a shame muzzle to enter, but after passing the check-out area, I pull it down and wear it as a chin diaper. An older gentleman wearing his mask saw me and said, "It's nice to see a face!" I said, "Pull yours down." He did, and I shook his hand. I said, "This is still America, isn' it?" He said, "You know, I don't know anymore." I headed to the check-out, paid for my stuff, and as soon as I got my receipt, I removed the muzzle completely and walked toward the door. (What are they gonna do...kick me out?) As I walked past the other check-out lines, I saw two women glaring at me, horrified. "Oh. My. God!" one said loudly. The other screeched, "Take his picture! Take his picture!"