As I left the mailroom of my building just now, my mask (worn for food shopping) down under my chin, a fat little man, eyes popping over HIS mask, leaned (too close) toward me and yelled, "You've got to wear a mask! You've got to wear a mask in the lobby!"

"I have a medical exemption," I told him.

"I don't care!" he yelled. "Put on a mask!"

"Some people can't," I said. "Read the OSHA regulations."

"Oh, so I have to read the OSHA regulations!" he yelped sarcastically, as he waddled off.

In New York, you're not required to wear a mask if you can "social-distance," and the lobby here is large and airy.

But that hysteric surely wouldn't read the governor's order, either, since all he needs to know is what They Say, and he'll do as They Say, and yell at you to do likewise--to "protect others," even if it kills you.