A priest I know recently explained why he only wears his cassock when specifically on church business. He said he can’t go to the movies, buy groceries, go out to eat, or any other average thing people do without others becoming so interested in what he is doing that it keeps him from doing it. He said people will walk up to his shopping cart and start pawing through it to see what he has, making comments on a nicer cut of meat or name-brand canned veggies, telling him he doesn’t need this or that, even becoming scandalized that he has a bottle of wine. Protestants will ask him to hear their confessions. Accusations are made of child abuse when he holds his nephews in his lap when out on a family dinner, ruining the evening for all involved and subjecting the children to such depravity. He said it becomes almost impossible to navigate regular life when wearing a cassock in his part of the country.
I know others who are spat upon, even assaulted, for showing their faith.
I have a personal opinion on what I would do in such circumstances, but seeing as I am not the one in the cassock, I refrain from passing judgment on the man who is.
We need many more examples of holy men and women in our daily lives.