Duane Reade
The Duane Reade on 52nd and Madison smells like dead, rotting rodent. I guess it's better than live, thriving rodent, but anyway... If that wasn't enough, the cashier was on the phone screaming to someone, "I pay the rent, you leave my damn apartment! Well I don't care! Don't make me go over there."
For some reason, the CVS around the corner was a much more positive experience. It didn't smell like death and the employees seemed to be in healthy relationships.
Moral of the story?
They didn't have what I needed at either location.
posted by Tempy @ 1:26 PM
4 Comments:
How is that possible? Those stores carry EVERYTHING.
Were you looking for snowshoes?
What?!? They were out of pink Peeps?!?
How could they?
My friend Micaela went to this hippie dippy school and this one kid there was a fashion major and for a spring collection, made pants entirely out of peeps.
And kudos to Boyd for proper use of html tags.
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