Oh come on, there’s got to be a dollar general somewhere at the end of your driveway.
For those that don’t know, Dollar General is an infestation of a chain store. They are almost ubiquitous in small rural towns. They can act as an old time general store selling everything from candy, to clothes, simple household goods, and milk and a few other more shelf stable groceries. And it’s all of less quality than a temu steak. They are also ineradicably poor employers. With low pay, no benefits, and worse staffing.









Self checkout has gotten better. Back in the day they didn’t work for crap. But it’s still often a matter of luck of the draw and whether or not there is a god somewhere that decides to piss on your parade that day.
In the immortal words of Dirty Harry, “Do ya feel lucky punk? Well, do ya?”