Shells of bees

Exhibit ZZZ for why I am glad to be old and also fear reincarnation: Security kabuki keeps seeping into every aspect of our once free/brave lives. The Food Shitty near us  where we go for the nonperishables and paper products, the one with the chronic drip from holes in the ceiling over the dairy case, now has a sign at the portal of hell warning shoppers they may have their bags and backpacks searched. I’ve seen shoplifting there, so I can understand why (although I will never understand how someone can eat meat after it’s touched meat encased in baggy boxers). But why do they have to insult everyone’s intelligence by saying “this is for your security”? What, to defuse the bomb you’re carrying into the slime back by the sour cream?