Duane Reade

New Duane Reade opened up across the street today. That's a good thing I guess, but they really have to get their shit together over there. In a ten minute visit, the following took place:

They had no ice packs. How can this be? The store opened 24 hours ago and they're out of stock in something already? Doesn't a corporation like Duane Reade have a checklist of standard stuff/automatically stocked items. I mean, it's an ice pack. It's not like I was looking for a home self-colonic machine or anything complicated. They had every fucking variety of Pepperidge Farm cookies, including Milanos and Mint Milanos, and they don't have a basic medical item? Of course I picked up a three bagger of Brussels - $2.99 each with Duane Reade Club Card.

The guy ahead of me was given his change in mostly pennies. The cashier told him she was out of dimes. He looked at the pile of lincolns in his hands and she adds, 'and nickles'. How about getting a few rolls of change for the register before you open the doors? I thought she was going to pull out her purse. Incidentally, I saw that same guy at the Commerce Bank penny arcade later on in the evening.

The place was in the greatest state of chaos that a drug store could possibly be in...short of a case full of Prozac spilling out over the pharmacist's counter and on to the floor. I'll need to remember not to call in any prescriptions over there.

When did these 'drug stores' become supermarkets with no food? They have all these aisles, but nothing really useful to buy. Yet I find myself in Duane Reade three or four times a week. That being the case, I wonder why I didn't already have that ice pack.