My trip to Kroger was very strange, starting with my least favorite deli clerk. She barely acknowledges the customer and never, never asks, "Is there anything else you need?" Then an old guy got in the check out line behind me with one item and pushed the clerk to ring him up before my transaction was complete. The coup de grace, though, was finding a hand-written note on my windshield, complimenting me for driving a Pontiac Vibe, voted one of the safest small cars. The note also has some anti-import, buy-American content that I suppose one should expect living in a redneck steel town.