The only time someone had a go at me was last year - a woman about my age in the cafe queue wearing a chiffon scarf tied round her face with a bit of string told me (shouting) that too many disabled people were refusing to wear masks (I'd said I was exempt). Being deaf, I just did a lot of "Yer what? Eh? I can't hear you with that thing over your mouth, do you want to go before me in the queue?" Even though she was shouting loud enough to be heard in Yorkshire. What she thought a piece of chiffon draped loosely round her face was going to do, I don't know. The cafe staff asked me if I was OK!