Oh, Deals.(I’m going to refrain from using the stupid dollar sign S. Who do you think you are, Deals — Ke$ha?!) When I was in high school, I would bring all of my friends/dates/random strangers here, we would pick out a themed set of costume items and props, and then go to the photobooth in the mall. Magical. When I was in college, I would arrange $ 5 – 10 gift exchanges with all of my friends, wherein the majority of items — from pointless to disgusting to offensive to hilarious — would come from Deals. Magical. When I graduated college, and was unemployed and poor, I bought food and hygiene products and gloves and other such crap from deals. Oh wait, ha, that’s NOW! Not-so-much-magical-but-practical. As far as dollar stores go, Deals is the bees knees, whatever the hell that means.