Dollar Store Profiling
One day last week, I decided to zip to the Dollar Store before my hubby went to work. During the winter, we began to feed birds in the back yard. We all enjoyed seeing our little feathery friends eating at our homemade feeder, so it was time to restock. I dressed in a hurry, in bumming around the house clothes. No makeup, but I did remember to run a brush through my hair before I left the house. Our dollar store is only a minute away, and I knew right where the bird supplies were kept, so I grabbed a bag of seeds and returned to the counter to purchase them. This all seemed very normal. And on any other day, this would be a so-boring-why-are-you-even-writing-about-it experience. On that day, however, a new guy was doing the cashier work. From his demeanor and his nametag, I surmised he was a manager of some sort. First clue: he was in an exceptionally good mood. Dollar store cashiers are not, as a habit, in a good mood. ...