When I step into a DG particularly this one, i think of one word: home. Everyone thinks of different things when they think of home. Some people may think of empty tuna cans and laying down pipe in their grandparents lawns. As an Italian man myself, a good whiff of the Clorox filled air in a DG sends my serotonin as well as my singed nose hairs through the roof. I love the overcrowding of the aisles. It gives me great pleasure to not only push over the seed packet displays but also run into the hoola hoop box. I often wonder "why is the self check outs always out of order?" But i quickly remember you are there to serve the customer. Gosh I love being me! Much love to my ever revolving brethren at cash register #1 read more