I love the two-pounds-fifty store! The only problem is that it's usually too crowded, thus my attempts at buying fuzzy dice and stuffed happy-face bananas are usually thwarted. The only other place I've seen stuffed happy-face bananas is Coney Island, where I used to win them at skee-ball.
I can't help my interest in bargains. It's hereditary. My mother loves the dollar store and my grandmother used to take me to the dime store when I was a kid. Of course, even then, nothing cost a dime anymore.