I don't know about everyone else, but I just said, "No."
They asked if it was a religious exemption and I said, "Nope. I just don't wanna."
They reminded me I could be fired, and I just said, "Welp, that'd be unfortunate and I'd be sad because I really like it here. But the answer is still no."
I wasn't threatening lawsuits or anything (although I absolutely would have just to set a precedent). Ultimately my manager punted it up to his manager, who punted it up to senior management who did what senior managent always does when firm, clear leadership is needed: nothing. :)
What's funny is this was to go to a company-wide conference, and the week after I was pretty much the only employee at work because everyone else had caught covid and was bedridden.
If you dump enough of them around you they transform from being a bike into a barricade. Just one more thing the sad sacks have to climb over to get to you while your back is turned.
Maybe not an impenetrable 12ft wall, but it buys enough time for your friends to surround you, setup a perimeter, expand it, and give you room to work.
You've obviously never spent a night in the poke before, either. Or bailed out someone who has. Which is a good thing. :)
They basically get a bond from someone else for the full amount of the bail at usually around 10% (non-refundable). You go to court, be a good boy, bail gets released back to bondsman, they make a 10% return on investment, you're out 10% (and still have lawyer fees to look forward to).
If you're a bad boy, skip court, flee to Morocco, then government keeps the bail, so tough luck bond holder. Bond holder who will then do a cost/benefit analysis and decide if it's worth hiring Dog the Bounty Hunter or Lee Majors and Half Pint's ex-husband to drag you back in or not.