y'know, the stuff you toss in a gift basket. The merchandise is usually seasonal throwaway stuff (pre-landfill) so the merchandise is frequently refreshed.
So, in the store the other night when a couple my age entered and I heard the man say to her, "Go do your look". She moseyed over to the Dollar Spot while he wrangled a shopping cart out of the stacked row.
It touched my heart. He understood her. He knew that stuff makes her happy. And he encouraged her to follow her bliss.
How sweet is that?