Those of us who live in comparatively idyllic places—that is, nowhere near a large American city—watch in disbelief as residents post images and video of the squalor in places like Portland, San Francisco, Los Angeles, and Philadelphia. We thank heaven that our home towns are removed from the wretchedness. But the rapid rot of our social fabric, in all its mildewy stink, has reached us even here in northern New England.
That's the absolute lack of customer service and the knowledge that you are the only store in 45 miles.
If they had a little competition, it might make them think twice, but I doubt it.
I don't use the self-check lanes, because I don't work for Wal-Mart and they don't pay me to bag my own groceries.