I love The Dollar Store. I am glad the nearest one is far away. If it were closer, I would be there everyday.
Where else can I get colored paper clips for a mere buck? Why use gray staples when my Dollar Store colored ones are more festive. Vases? Every size and shape. As a confessed ribbon junkie, I am now under a self-imposed moratorium on future ribbon purchases. Unless, of course, I find something that is too cute to pass up.
I bought our family Christmas cards there for our five kids and four grandchildren. Unique. glittered and embellished. Balloons for a party? Mylar and helium inflated. A Q-tip is a Q-tip. Why spend $3.00 for 100 when you can get 400 for $1.00?
Now, there are a few things I would not put on my Best Place to Buy List. My four-year-old grandson used my Dollar Store small hand trowel to dig for dinosaur bones in our back yard. It immediately bent in two. On a whim, I bought a bottle of red wine that tasted like grape flavored calves liver. I used it to unclog a drain. The kite strings broke even when there wasn’t any wind.
During my last trip to TDS, while I avoided the ribbon section, I saw one of the saddest things I have ever seen. A table piled high with books – fantasy, romance, mystery, politics, and religion – all waiting for someone to buy them. After their hard work, what would the poor author realize from a single dollar sale? A half-cent?
Customers walked by the table without so much as a glance. I knew the books longed for someone to pick them up. I stroked the lonely darlings as I would a hurt puppy. There, there, you poor things, I thought. It’s not your fault. The quality of your dust jacket paper is one step up from newsprint. And, your insides? Your print bleeds and smudges while your page edges are jagged and uneven. But, you didn’t do that. You sweet things. I dare not open you up all the way as I know I will break your weak spine.
I hope that your authors stay away from The Dollar Store for a while. Do they know their books, oh horrors, have ended up in the dustbin of retailing?