On my way back from Dallas, I had to pull over for a pit stop at one of the many truck stops that pepper I-20. Like many of today’s trucker’s tabernacles, this particular one featured not only petrol, but a cafe, a fast food counter, an (in)convenience store, and the like. (You ever check out the prices in those places? Sometimes I think it would make more sense for the sales clerks to wear the masks. Sheesh.)