In northern california, I've pretty much never been told anything by a civilian in my 15 years of daily smoking, including in the car, my neighbors, new friends, or anybody in public. I literally drove for the first time with my dad at 15 years old high as shit, took my drivers test high as shit, high school high as shit, every job I've ever worked high as shit, you name it. No moment was spared (not even trips via airplane). One time, I was in a parking lot at a great, but cringey rich-hippie farmers market, and I'd just parked and took a hit of the bowl, when a couple came to my window and aggressively stated that I hit their car on the way into the parking lot, and that they can see me smoking pot and wont say anything to the pigs if I give them my info. I was young and gave them my insurance info, then called my insurance and told them they were on a good one and to ignore them. I've also gotten pulled over driving on federal property (to a beach by the GG bridge) while taking a hit from the pipe, and literally while exhaling, I see blue and red lights in the rearview mirror right behind me. After a thorough one hour car and person search, they threatened a DUI but only wrote my friend and I tickets that never ended up coming in the system. They took all of our nice glass, big jar of flower and my taser flashlight, a few hundred dollars worth of stuff. Nothing ever came of it. White privilege? Most likely. Is it right? Fuck no. But I wasn't about to become a roadside lawyer when I was obviously in the wrong and about to get off the hook. So, some things have happened for sure, but not bad for the (estimated) 50+ lbs I've put into my lungs, lots of that in public.
Dabs in public can look pretty sketchy, especially when you are like me and have a loud purple torch and a nectar collector, sucking up some amber goo out of a shallow glass container, then promptly nodding out hahaha. If anyone ever saw, they'd probably think we're dope fiends, maybe they are right.
I also smoke most days but people say you cant really tell I'm even high, so maybe it's the tolerance or maybe just the comfortability of being inebriated, but it doesn't debilitate me like it does to others. I recently had two friends (who don't smoke at all) take a 5mg edible t and they had a reaction straight up like a bad acid trip, possibly fueled by each other's fear, but still. If I took a 5mg edible, I wouldn't even feel it. Only other time I've seen someone so scared and disconnected from reality was from a 4g dose of mushrooms.
I think in this community, were all especially aware that laws are often not so black and white, and sometimes you just get lucky. Also, technically, laws don't reaaaallllly apply until you get caught.
Thats my 2c