Dollar General — Attraction in South Padre Island

Pulled up to this Dollar General and thought, “Damn, this place might actually have its life together.” Fresh paint, new sign, not a single rogue shopping cart in the lot. It looked like the Dollar Tree's rich cousin.

Then I opened the door.

Boom — straight into a war zone. Smelled like expired mop water and disappointment. The floor was so sticky my shoes started filing for separation. Half the shelves were empty like they’d been looted, the other half looked like a toddler stocked them during a sugar crash.

Boxes everywhere. Not on shelves — no, that would make sense. These were just tossed in random places like Dollar General got bored halfway through existing. Aisles blocked. Ceiling tiles stained. I swear something hissed at me from behind the bleach bottles.

The best part? No employees in sight. None. I could’ve set up a tent in the snack aisle and lived there for 3 days before anyone noticed — and even then, I’d probably be mistaken for management.

Dollar General: where the outside says Target and the inside says crime scene cleanup in progress.

I came in for paper towels. I left...

I went in for a few things. I couldn’t find what I needed and I kept looking down the aisle. Two ladies were in the aisle. They never offered help. One of them was talking to someone on her personal phone. She had her earbuds in and talking to someone on the phone. One of them would cut by me almost bumping to me and when I walked out of the aisle she would litterally be “hot on my tail.” It was a young girl with short curly hair. I almost turned around and asked her back off. I finally found what I needed and got in line. There were 3 or 4 people working the floor while one person was ringing up customers. There were 10 people in line with me. Then 3 more showed up. All while one cashier did all the work who wouldn’t give me a bag for my items. Luckily one fit in my purse and the other I carried. I walked to their store. I would have appreciated a bag and...

Came from Houston has a tourist. We came here to buy laundry Detergent to wash our clothes at the hotel. I asked one of the employees where is the laundry Detergent and she rudely responded "I'm off the clock." And she went straight to go "TALK" to a other employee. While I was right behind the other employee said to me " shes off the clock.". So I was like "Ok but where is the laundry Detergent " and she said it with a attitude " it's in asile 20".

I dont care if you are off the clock the employee could of told me nicely this other employee pver here can help you. But nope she was too worried to go chitchat with the other employee. I told the manager so hopefully he gets some mature...