The mask I keep in my vehicle hanging from the rearview, the one I have not worn but once when I was ordered to at an appt. with my cancer surgeon (whom I was not able to effectively communicate with prior to Operation COVID-19) who advised me that “You wear your mask to protect me and I wear mine to protect you” and who, when I voiced my distress over having to wear it, stated “Well, get used to it because it is not going away” has written upon its face in black Sharpie marker “FORCED COMPLIANCE”.