Went to a place that my wife and I had been frequenting for a very long time everytime we were in town. We had a bunch of drinks and I had a nice steak. I had forgotten to bring my mask because I'm from montana and we aren't commies up there. I had forgotten my wallet in the car so I went out to get it. I didn't have a mask, what was I going to do? Light myself on fire are barrel roll out the door? This horrible woman that looked what guys in the hot rod culture call a 20-12 special (looked good from 20 feet away, 12 o clock at night.) The poor gal looked like she'd had some substandard chassis work done. Plastic fillers and a coat of earl shieb on her nails. I don't know how many times I've said it. You can't make a hot rod out of a four door nova. Anyhow, I walked through the restaurant and the gal climbed my ass like a spider monkey and started going into hysterics about me not having a mask. After a brief internal calculation, I decided to approach this one with the old fallback "golly gosh, ma'am" , mostly because she caught me by surprise. So I summoned my best shocked and horrified rube expression and said "madam! Please maintain the 6 foot social distance requirement! I'm just TRYING to find the exit! I don't know where I put my mask! Your behavior is most irregular!" The whole place saw the interaction. My refusal to apologize enraged her. I may or may not have winked at her. Lol.im having fun now.