Ollie’s Bargain Outlet is a fever dream incarnate. From one aisle to the next, there’s no rhyme or reason to what’s for sale. It’s not unusual to find protein Poptarts stocked next to the curling irons. I had just placed three bottles of sugar-free coffee syrup in my shopping cart when I ran into a little old man who could have been Ollie himself. Liver spots dotted his balding head, and wisps of snow-white hair sprang from his scalp. He smelled of mothballs. “Young lady, I h

I started a Facebook page! I’ve avoided social media for a while now, but the longer I run this blog, the more I realize I need it as a...