My mother sent me here looking for a very partiular spray paint for a furniture project. Easily located it and attempted to scrurry out of the door unscathed. No such luck.Located in the absolute bowels of Town n Country I should have known I'd get stuck behind some repulsive breeder who would once again make me ashamed of my origins. Chick pulls out her food stamps, then moves painfully slowly to her EBT card, and then decides to throw some of her own non-government funds into the whole purchase as well. She probably had four items, so in street Spanish she asks her companions to go outside and the old lady outside for two dollars. At this point, I'm ready to pay for her entire purchase, consider it a tax-increase and go on my merry way forgetting it ever happened, but no. Dude comes back in asking what the store number is and for an applicatioton, because he doesn't consider he could do this at the library, not infront of an entire line of strangers waiting to purchase stuff. Still, the two dollars were not enough. (Mathmatics are pretty much the same in every language) They start heading outside to mooch two more cents from mom, but wait, I have change in my pocket! I throw it on the counter and I am FINALLY free of them. The tween behind the register looks relieved, and life can finally go on. I liked you Dollar General, but I should have known better than to visit this particular location. What a debacle. read more