I recently moved to a "poor" neighborhood. Greeted by a security guard every time I go in doesn't bother me. The fact that there are 4 express lanes and 1 non-express (not always open) certainly lets me know that they are expecting a lottery ticket and beer crowd, sure. When I do my grocery shopping and (as directed) stand in one of the express lines with my 50+ items, I (understandably) get a lot of hateful glances and comments from the people behind me who are following me. My guilt usually causes me to let up to four people go... read full review »