Walgreens, I Hate You. A Lot.

A few months ago the powers that be in Bay Ridge closed the local Foodtown in favor of building a Walgreens. I personally found this to be a horrible idea, as my neighborhood has more than enough pharmacies. A drug cartel has less coverage on a city block than all the pharmacies in my neighborhood.

Today I decided to drop off my prescriptions for my crazy pills at the new Walgreens. It was around this time that I changed my mind about having a 10th pharmacy in the neighborhood. The pharmacy is so close that I can sneeze and be at the pharmacist's counter in 3 minutes. Success!

So I walked into the Walgreens and tried to make sense of the fact that I was walking around in the former Foodtown. I dropped off my prescription and decided to buy a few necessities while I was there. At this point I had absolutely nothing to complain about - until I got to the feminine products aisle, that is.

I strolled at a languid pace up and down the feminine products aisle for about 10 minutes in search of the Always pads with the baby wipes attached to them. I looked twice. I shuffled around some of the other products, and what did I find? NO Always pads with the baby wipes attached to them! I became miffed for the following reasons:

1. EVERY freaking pharmacy in the tri-state area carries the Always pads with the baby wipes attached to them. Where am I living? Abu Ghraib? Seriously. Only in America.

2. I do not play when it comes to my feminine hygiene. I like to smell as fresh as the next person, but apparently that isn't possible when WALGREENS doesn't have the feminine products that I desire. Abu Ghraib.

After blowing off some steam and deciding to remain Bruce Banner instead of turning into my alter ego, I finally picked up some other brand of Always pads as well as the separate wipes - ALSO made by Always (way to milk even MORE money out of me) and made my way to the counter. What made my day even better was that the poor pharmacist on duty (I had to pick up my crazy pills, remember?) asked me if I wanted to pay for all of my belongings along with my medicine.

You know what? He didn't even double bag my purchase. Fail. They didn't even offer me a little cute discount card that I can attach to my key chain for awesome points and rewards? DOUBLE FAIL.

I tried telling the boyfriend this story when I arrived home, but he creeps out at the first mention of the word "period," so I basically had to tell the story out loud...to myself. Glad to know I can totally rely on him to understand me and feel sympathetic towards my inability to locate my favorite feminine products when my body involuntarily hemorrhages once a month.