"Y’all won’t believe how Jenny’s General Store came to be! Back in ’89, Jenny McCallister—a feisty redhead with a heart bigger than Texas—was just sellin’ homemade jams at her porch when ol’ Mr. Thompson dared her to open a real shop. Next thing you know, she maxed out her credit card, rented a dusty old shed on Main Street, and filled it with everything from pickled eggs to polka-dot rain boots. Folks said she’d fail, but heck, 30 years later? That little shack’s now a neon-lit landmark where you can still grab Jenny’s famous peach pie… and maybe hear her cacklin’ at the register while ringin’ up shotgun shells and yarn. ‘Ain’t no such thing as useless junk, sugar—just stuff waitin’ for its second chance!’" 🍑🔫✨