8AM - 10PM
700 Main St, Windsor
Discount Stores
“I’m an employee at this store and feel we have the best store around. All of our managers are amazing to work for and most of us take a lot of pride in our work.”
“Pretty cool store to look through, prices are pretty decent as well. Special thanks to one of their cashiers Chelsey! Not only is she pretty, but she does a great job, works hard, and goes out of her way to help! Highly recommend.”
“Went in for some valentine's day gifts. Needless to say they were super busy. They had multiple registers open so I was in and out quickly. I like to commend Maria and Joseph on their positive attitudes! I know it can be tough to smile and be friendly when things are nonstop but both of these employees greeted me with a smile and engaged in conversation. That goes a long way this day and age!! Thank you Maria and Joseph for making my visit a pleasurable one amongst all the chaos.”
“4 stars.. no star for the sour puss of a manager(think her name is Michelle?) Man, if she hates her job that bad she shouldn't be there. I think her face would break if she ever cracked a smile. Rudest so called manager I've ever encountered. She looks miserable and as looks as if she hates life. I feel bad for whoever has to work a shift with her I bet it's hell. All other employees there are sweet and welcoming!”
“⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Five Stars for the Apocalypse Headquarters
I walked into Dollar General expecting a quick stop for toothpaste. I left two hours later with toothpaste, a pool noodle, a single flip-flop (size 14, I wear a 9), a can of Vienna sausages that expired when Obama was in office, and a burning question about whether I’d just been part of a social experiment.
The aisles are like a maze built by someone who lost the blueprint halfway through. You turn right at the off-brand Mountain Dew, dodge a suspicious stack of Christmas decorations (in September), and suddenly you’re in a universe where off-brand batteries and dog food share the same shelf. I half expected David Bowie to pop out and start singing “Labyrinth.”
At checkout, the lone cashier was simultaneously ringing people up, arguing with a customer about whether a coupon from 2004 was valid, and somehow running national defense operations from her headset. Legend. She deserves a raise, a nap, and possibly a Presidential Medal of Freedom.
Dollar General is less of a store and more of an adventure. You don’t go in because you need something—you go in because the universe has chosen you to discover what you didn’t know you needed. In my case, it was a scented candle labeled only “Mystery Musk.” My living room now smells like a combination of pine trees and regret.
Would I go back? Absolutely. Because where else can you get shampoo, a hunting knife, and knockoff Oreos called “Choco Circles” all for under $20?”