Monday, May 14, 2012
Dollar General, is a purveyor of shit products, sold to you by some toothless-fuck-wit of undetermined family lineage, displayed under too-bright-florescent lights, inside a cookie-cutter, poorly designed small warehouse and they are intent on opening in Chester, VT.
If one of the first things you see, as you enter any small community anywhere in this great nation of ours, is a ‘dollar store’ you need to go ahead and take a deep breath. The aroma you are picking up is, yep, you guessed it, white trash. White trash has a smell all its own, and it is not a pleasant smell.
If the shit inside a ‘dollar’ store is just what you need/want dump your over sized family into your rusted out minivan and take the short drive to Springfield, Rutland or Brattleboro. Tell your half-dozen-half-wit-spawn it’s a ‘staycation’ or home school field trip. Whatever.
Are you the type of person who visits to a ‘dollar’ store regularly, to stock up on shit that broke since your last family outing or because you like ‘food’ from which all listed calories are derived from fat?
Yes?
Do you think it would be ‘neat’ to have a ‘dollar’ store close to where you live?
Yes? If you are, I have an idea for you.
You should go outside, collect all of the plastic flowers, auto parts and appliances you currently use as lawn decorations, toss these collectables in the aforementioned minivan, then go ‘wheels down’, hook onto and drag the double-wide-mobile-mansion that you refer to as ‘home-sweet-home’ away from its current location in Chester and install it in a vacant lot, as near as possible to one of the dollar stores already thriving in Vermont.
Remember to leave a forwarding address so that you can continue to receive you monthly checks in a timely fashion.
Sadly, Vermont is already home to at least twenty ‘Dollar’ stores and absolutely zero Trader Joe’s. I’m sure that I don’t need to tell you, just how fucked up that is.
SF