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| - As I pulled up to the Dollar Tree around 40th St and Thomas, I was filled with excited anticipation. I love the Dollar Tree stores. There is always the possibility that I am going to find some fantastic treasure for only $1!
I walked in and grabbed a basket. There was a line of 7-8 miserable looking people waiting in the sole open checkout lane. I don't think these people were as excited as me to be in the Dollar Tree. Too bad for them.
I try to walk down every aisle to make sure I don't miss any great finds. The toy aisles actually looked like there had been a monsoon inside the store. There were toys all over the floor. As I looked at the toys, I imagined all the slobber and snot that was probably all over them already. I'm 35, I don't need toys, and I don't want a communicable disease, so I moved on.
I did want an address book, and some desk accessories. As I was looking for these items kids were running free without supervision. One kid was bouncing a ball, another was hitting something with a plastic toy. Hey, I'm on their turf, so I try to ignore it all and keep shopping. Then I hear the squeaking. It's like one of those dog chew toys that squeak. A child is squeezing it incessantly for over 5 minutes straight. I actually walk by the aisle to see if he is supervised, and both his parents are right next to him. I get the world will need future assholes to replace the ones that will die in 15 years, so these parents are training one. I still can't complain, I knew where I was going, so I tried to ignore it and keep shopping.
One of my favorite things for $1 were the mystery bags. There is a girl and a boy mystery bag. They are paper bags, and they are stapled shut. I always wonder what is in them, but I won't buy them because I feel like they have to be a trick. Like you get some piece of crap in your bag, and then you've wasted a $1. OK, I actually do waste more than $1 on crap I can see, but at least I know what I am getting into. I still really want to know what is in those bags though!
I found eight useful items in all, and I couldn't take the squeaky toy anymore, so I got in line to check out. Luckily, I was next!. The checkout girl had really dark circles under her eyes and did not say one word. She looked like she was barely holding it together. I personally think it added to the ambiance of the Dollar Tree. It's not like we needed to converse at all. I happily took my eight items home.
I am already thinking about my next treasure hunt to the Dollar Tree on Broadway in Tempe. They usually have even better stuff!
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