There is a particular kind of American judgment that happens in the grocery store checkout line. Someone sees an EBT card come out, glances at the cart, and suddenly becomes an unpaid federal investigator with a basket full of resentment. Milk? Fine. Eggs? Acceptable. Bread? Approved. But let there be a two-liter bottle of soda in that cart, or a bag of candy, or one frozen pizza for a tired Tuesday night, and the courtroom opens. The cart becomes evidence. The shopper become