Walgreens

And I bet you work for them!

I’ve had more bad drugstore experiences than I’ve had bad boyfriends.
You too? Been to the places where the security guard pays more attention to you than the staff do? Where they never have your prescription ready when they’re supposed to? Where they say «the computer lost it» to cover their tails? Where the people behind the counter look — and act — like they should be in a zoo someplace? Where you become intimate with the pharmaceutical needs of your fellow customers because you spend so much time in line there?
I know, it’s pathetic to be this enthusiastic about a chain drugstore, but if you’re like me and have ongoing prescriptions you need to fill regularly, you’ll know what I’m talking about.
This Walgreens (and other ones I’ve patronized, though I’m just writing about this one location cause I’ve been there a lot) is marriage material, to continue the metaphor.
The pharmacy is extremely efficient, polite, and fast. They get your order ready when they say they will. They don’t accidentally confuse your prescription for eye drops for someone’s daughter’s birth control (I’m not making this up). They don’t hire people who screech «where dat f***in’ thing at?» to another employee behind the counter. They have a driveup, which is not fuel-​efficient, but mighty comforting on a cold day when you’re listening to a good song on the radio and don’t want to get out and go into the store. They have express pay, which means you don’t even need to get out your freakin’ wallet.
The rest of the store, the non-​pharmacy part, is well-​stocked and the employees are out on the floor and ready to help you. The cashiers are prompt, even with folks who are there for the highlight of their day — getting a deal on leftover Halloween candy — and forgot their coupon.
And when the person at the counter says «be well,» she almost seems to mean it.
This Walgreens is centrally located for people who live in the city/​Brighton, with a handy Hess station across the street (cheap gas plus plastic gloves to protect your hands from the smell of gas — wooo-​hooo!), Tops plaza down the street, and the comfy chairs of Brighton library just a few moments away.
What more could a girl ask for? Diamonds? No, these people are above diamonds. They’re above rubies, for pete’s sake. Transfer your scrips there. I won’t make you thank me.
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