Opinion: No shirt, no shoes, no mask, no service

Last Thursday I drove down to the gas station to buy some minnows for bait. The crappies are spawning, the bass are jumping, and it's prime fishing weather here in the Minnesota spring. I walked into the store with my bait bucket in hand and a cloth mask over my face, and quickly realized that while I was far from the only Minnesotan buying bait that night, I was the only one wearing a mask.