Just so everyone knows this is not the regular blog writer. This post comes from the man who enjoys a good laugh with Leslie, but I think in order to tell this story I should do it, opposed to her.
This story comes from the first few weeks in California. We were trying to get our bearings on the new area and also purchase some necessary items we needed for our new apartment. We had been settled in no more than 2 hours when Leslie started bugging me about going to the Dollar Store to "check it out." Now for those of you who know Leslie, you know that she loves thrift stores and Dollar Stores. I, on the other hand, am skeptical. Dollar stores are cheap, their merchandise is obviously cheap and does not last, yet I give in to her badgering and we go to have a look. The Dollar store in our area is on the main street, so its only 5 min away. The parking lot is dirty, full of trash, and it does not smell great. We walk in and to my surprise it is exactly what we both expected. Leslie saw a store full of opportunity, a place she felt comfortable getting items at a good deal, and also finding fun and quirky items. Meanwhile I see, and smell, a store that is full of junk we don't need and overpriced at even a dollar.
We were in the store no more than 5 min when we heard over the speakers in the store. "Lock down, Lock the doors." What have we gotten into?! The 20 min we spent in the store was filled with doors constantly locking; keeping certain people out as well as keeping people in the store. I think someone was trying to steal cheap crap. Yet everyone else paid no attention to the man on the big speaker and the things he was saying. I thought we were going to see a shootout but the cashiers just kept ringing items up like nothing was wrong.
We have been back several times now and nothing was like that first night but I will never forget how uncomfortable I felt and how Leslie thought it was all funny. To the Dollar Store Lover... Leslie.
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