Walgreens

Ah Friday nights! What they used to be for me. While the rest of ya’ll are all too cool to write, review or post anything on a Friday night here on Unilocal,lest you be seen as someone sitting alone in a room, pecking away on a laptop, yes a laptop, for there is no coming back from that, not here, not now, not at this time, not with this thing, this inter-​net thing going on here now. Millions of eyes (okay, maybe tens of eyes… No…Okay ten eyes, staring at these here words and thinking what a poor lonely soul, this Billy Joe, yammering on before he can even start a review about Walgreens on a Friday night? What kinda loser goes to Walgreens on a Friday night?)
Well, this loser went to Walgreens, but he went with purpose and adorned with the dashing style and pizazz of the same t-​shirt and shorts that he had been wearing upon his body for some consecutive days, never you mind the undergarments! And never you should ask! For this one Billy Joe, set forth on foot from his car in the parking lot to the front glass doors of this establishment, and though his car was parked in place, let it be noted here that he was still a driven individual. Yes, for a Nestle Chunky bar was the order of this night (and this knight, for that matter) and this, this Wal of Greens is but one of a lonely few (as lonely as Billy Joe was in this endeavor) dealers of such a guilty of pleasure. And deal this Chunky Bar, this one dealer did so and did so very well. For, they offered but two sizes, and Billy Joe went for but the largest most magnificent, most brilliant of sizes, in fact, like one of those football ruffians, he went for two. And he even swiped a book written upon parchment telling tales of natural remedies in curing one’s castle of pests.
As he approached his iron horse named Mazda in the same spot as had been left, so loyal this Mazda, in the parking lot. that the spirits continued to rise, and as did Billy Joe’s good fortunes in the form of song, as the long version of «Paid In Full» by Eric B, and Rakim was still playing on the Mazda’s voice box upon Billy Joe’s valiant return to the master and commander’s chair.
No greater truth that on an eve of such as this, it was once great tradition for Billy Joe to «throw down» at a club, discothèque, or tavern on a splendid great many Fridays of the past, however for now, and for many a fortnight to come, Billy Joe will socially subsist on late-​night, weekend runs, to this maker of medicinal potions and elixirs, to retrieve what magic lies beneath the tin-​foil wrapper of a Nestle Chunky Bar located in the candy aisle in not one but two sizes.
And for that, my good ten friends, Billy Joe’s fortunes shall be paid in full.

Useless for prescriptions. Waiting 30 min to get to ask to pick up is useles.