I rock a mullet these days and I wear my camo Trump2020 hat everywhere I go and my romeo shoes. I essentially rock northwest redneck style down to the T in part because I want everyone to know what exactly they are dealing with when I approach. Because of this I have rarely been asked to wear a mask at any store I go into and the one time the cashier got pushy about it I said fine I'll shop somewhere else and put my jug of antifreeze in their little cordoned off safe space between the counter and where customers stand and walked out. I wish I had a list of all the parts I intended to buy for my wife's car and my truck I could have left on the counter too. Oh well I guess they'll never know they lost hundreds of dollars in business that day, thousands over this coming summer and a hell of a lot more for the rest of my life. To the little flamboyant soyboy cashier who told me to put my shirt over my face, O'Reilly's two miles away has better parts and doesn't say shit about masks.