Dolla Dolla Bill
I’m not much of a shopper but I really can’t resist the siren song of the dollar store. Just last month I walked out of one with 17 items.
I got a broom, a jumbo dustpan, two pouches of tuna, four wayfarer-like sunglasses, Easter cards, a notebook, super glue two pack, toothbrushes, and a stainless steel scouring pad.
Whatever made up the balance of my 17 items eludes me at the moment but suffice to say, they were all worthwhile additions to my minimalist life.
Dollar General is a rich man’s dollar store because they have a multitude of items that cost way more than a buck. As you might expect from the Nieman Marcus of dollar huts, the value goes well beyond price.
DG, as the regulars call it, has some great stuff that a pedestrian place like Dollar Tree never carries. I’m talking about things like frozen pizza and Funyuns.
DG isn’t the kind of place you’ll see on Fifth Avenue or Rodeo Drive. But if you’re driving along US 98 in the Florida panhandle at any reasonable hour, you’ll have a chance to stop and shop more times than you can count.
About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.