I find items on the floor all the time and watched people roll over them with their carts. I try to pick them up before some lazy-assed person does roll over them with their maxed-out; food-stamp supported groceries, and break apart the packaging. Usually, it is those who don’t even speak English who don’t give a fish about anything but when they will get their next welfare check.
A few years ago, a relative experienced a short period of unemployment. Since she was broke and had children to feed, she applied for food stamps. The food stamps took a while to process, so I helped her out with some groceries. She found another job in short order and ended the food stamps. When the food stamps from her month of employment arrived, she no longer needed them, so she gave me her card.
To my surprise and disappointment, nobody even lifted an eyebrow when I paid for all those steaks and seafood with a EBT card.
Good grief. You need to get out more.