Family Dollar Stores Inc.

So basically, kind of what we got going on here is I kind of just want to go over the interview you and I had earlier, okay? So basically, what you told me earlier was on the morning of December 4th at 8.30, you went to Cassidy's house and picked up Kashina from Cassidy's house.

From Cassidy's house, you went out to the Dollar, Family Dollar in the Broadway Plaza Shopping Center to get some nail stuff, okay, because you were going to go to Jessica's house and do nails and stuff like that.

Before that, when you went to Cassidy's house, you were with your husband, Vernon, in his green pickup? Mm-hmm.

Is that okay? You want to see else? No.

Okay.

So you picked up uh, Kashina from, from Cassidy's house, went to Family Dollar.

From there, you went to the Bravo.

Okay.

She jumped in the truck with me.

We headed right up Sydney Avenue to the Family Dollar.

And

this is 8.30 in the morning?

She loves Jess and going over there, I can't imagine her pulling her off or something stupid.

Yeah, okay.

So when you were at the Family Dollar, was she on her phone?

She was texting, texting, texting, texting from the looks of it.

Walmart, Dollar Tree, Chewy.

Next year, you can start getting us in Family Dollar and a few other large retailers that are under wraps at the moment.

But next year, we'll have to check in again and I can share more and Go from there.

Well, thank you so much.

I'm not sure why he did what he did that night, but it was very strange.

I had a really weird experience when I used to work at a dollar store.

The store was called Family Dollar, and I lived only a few blocks away in an apartment.

I had a few coworkers at the Family Dollar, but this story revolves around one in particular.

It was a guy named Chris.

He was a big guy and around my age.

Luckily, I didn't see the guy again after that.

It made for my craziest trip to the dollar store by far.

I've not seen the lady at all and I'm hoping that I never see her again.

When I was younger, I worked at a dollar store called Family Dollar.

It was one of my first jobs and I was 17 years old.

I lived at home during this time with my parents in a neighborhood that was really close to work.

It had been a pretty typical shift to that point, and I clocked out and left when I was done.

I began walking home along the quiet streets.

The street directly in front of the Family Dollar was somewhat busy during the day, but not really at night.

Then the roads behind the Family Dollar were mostly residential, and usually very quiet.

Legally distinct brick.

Honestly, if I'm them, I also would have gone to, like, Family Dollar and just bought, you know, the generic building brick as opposed to spending

the real money

for