I never thought to shop at a dollar store, I’m worth it to spend more than a dollar on an item, duh.
Blisters brought me back down to earth. My new shoes were killing me slowly and I found salvage at a dollar store. My pain threshold appreciated the distraction the dollar store’s variety of offerings, while I walked the aisles for band-aids.
It really did have everything that should be a dollar, but I usually buy for much more $$.
Q-tips to make my eyeliner just right, cotton balls to take it all off at night. Plastic party essentials like plates, cups, and utensils. Surprisingly large bags of skittles. Those negligible note-cards I write my daily to-do lists on.
I proudly told my man about my dollar store adventure, sans the stupid shoe reason. He laughed, telling me he is the dollar store’s #1 customer since I eat up all of his Duke’s Mayonnaise. It’s a southern classic, but only available in the dollar store in our northern city.
I did always think it was odd he would only have tiny bottles of mayo to satisfy my mayo mania, but I know better to than to bite the hand that feeds me my mayo.
Hope to see you at my new fave store—the dollar store!
(Originally published on Amanda Stanhaus’s financial literacy blog: XO, Bettie.)