Thankfully I've only had 2 issues, both at the grocery store.
A couple weeks ago one of the employees asked if I had a mask on the way in- this happens fairly often, you just say "I have an exemption" and they say "ok" and you move on. Exempt this time an employee asked if I had an exemption card (which don't exist here) and we argued for a minute before she let me go. I called the store to complain and the manager apologized to me.
Today was my 1st member of the public. Some WuFlu Willy started harassing me as I was going down the aisle (even in compliance with the arrows!) about a mask. Got a pic but sadly the video didn't record. Went on some rant about me getting everyone sick, about his wife being in the cancer hospital, that it was "BULLSHIT" that I had an exemption (wish I'd said the same about his wife), saying that I should send someone else to get my groceries or get curbside/delivery (he didn't have a good answer as to why he wasn't doing it as he was so concerned). He claimed exemptions don't exist in the bylaw (they do, the sign at the front of the store even mentions them lol) and to top it off he was wearing a mask with valves, which they say don't prevent the spread...sadly I didn't think to say that to him at the time.
There was an employee at the end of the aisle so I yelled at her to get security and the guy walked away, stopping only to rant at the employee for allowing people without masks in before leaving.
One of the most ridiculous TSA encounters was when I was in a full military dress uniform. It's frustrating to have to take off your dress coat with all your metals, and cover, and tie-clasp, and shoes, and belt.
I'm basically 50% undressed at this point, and she scanned me over with the metal detector and it binged on my shirt stays. They are small metal clips that hook your shirt all the way to your socks to keep it tight. They're a bitch to get on and off, about 30 seconds for each stay, of which there are four. You wear your pants over them.
When I told her what they were, she told me to remove them since they were metal. This means I would have to take off my pants in public wearing nothing but my shirt, my tie, my socks, and some underwear for 2 full minutes at max speed, in font of probably 50-100 people waiting in line.
"Those are my shirt stays. [explanation given]"
"If they're metal then you need to remove them and send them through the scanner."
"Ma'am I'd have to take my pants off to do that."
"Go ahead and remove them."
"I'm not doing that."
"You need to remove them."
"That's not happening. Pat me down if you need to. Call the police if you need to."
She just waived me through and got to keep my pants on, how generous. She was either fucking retarded thinking that someone with a military ID in military dress uniform had an infinitely thin bomb, knife, or gun in his dress sock (but she was unwilling to test this with a simple visual or physical inspection); or she was playing a bit of a power game to see what she could get away with.
The second thing. It's always the second thing.
If it wasn't TSA wouldn't have let basically every "bomb" their supervisors smuggled through as a test.