it's not buying things at the dollar store we believe in...

it's buying too many things at the dollar store.

my dad told me that there was a store that chris and i absolutely had to check out. "it's like the dollar store on steroids," i recall him saying, and so today the cheese and i took a ride out to elgin to see what all the buzz was about. some of our best times occur in the aisles of dollar stores because we get so crazy and silly in our purchasing power. "grab another basket," chris ordered midway through our trip today, gesturing at some shopping baskets with a dollar cane that he had swooped up and proceeded to hobble around with. "my basket's getting way too heavy."

this dollar store even had a frozen foods section. this frightened me, but chris was thrilled, waving his cane about madly as he demanded that i grab four cheese pizzas, a box of "real deal" popcorn shrimp, and a bag of dollar don's chicken nuggets. "do i really want to buy chicken at the dollar store?" i asked, swallowing the bile. "it's in a bag," the cheese reasoned- because nothing disgusting could ever come out of a bag.

i get a real kick out of generic soda, and when i saw that chris had plopped a six pack of "dr. pop" into his basket, i lost it, howling madly at the name. dr. pop? is this the best the fake dr. pepper makers could come up with? later, i got home and found this website detailing all of the other off brand dr. peppers. there are even better names out there than dr. pop- such as dr. taste, dr. whoa, and, of course, mr. ahh!

anyways, i'm enjoying a dr. pop right now, and it really is worth the fifteen cents per can.

at the check out line, with approximately sixty bucks in merchandise on the conveyor belt, the cashier had trouble scanning an item. "i think it's a dollar," the cheese told her, to which the cashier snapped, "yeah, thanks." you'd think they'd have some humor about themselves.

we hobbled out into the parking lot loaded down with bags as i leaned onto the cane. it's amazing how many cars will stop for you if you're holding a cane. of course, it probably wasn't the cane they were stopping for; i'm sure it was pity for a bunch of poor saps who would buy a bag of chicken from the dollar store.