Walgreens

This Walgreens used to be my favourite in the area. The cashier wasn’t at the register the past few times I’ve visited. During my last visit, he was hanging out in the photo department with the cashier there. Two visits ago, the same cashier was MIA for several minutes. Another employee was stocking shelves at the time, and a manager type ultimately noticed that I was waiting and called the cashier to the checkout. The time before that, I don’t know where he was before he appeared. For this reason, I’ve avoided this location. I’ve completed the company’s online surveys and haven’t seen a change.

This Walgreens is close to home. Overall, I find Walgreens pricey but if you scour their flyer and add some coupons, you can get some good deals. I used to like this Walgreens better than the one on River Street until my run-​in with Mr. Crazymanager. I still go there but now it’s more of a game than a shopping experience. Here’s why:
Some time ago I went to Walgreens to get some tissues. Easy enough thing to do, except they didn’t have any of the tissues that were on sale. I asked the manager for a raincheck. He went and got the book and gave me a raincheck. Easy enough right? After I had put the raincheck in my purse but before I had walked away, he suddenly looked at the shelf and then back at me and asked for the raincheck back. I started reaching into my purse to give it to him and then wondered what was up, so I said «No».
And here’s where the story takes a left and goes four wheeling!
Mr. Crazymanager was very upset that I said «No». So he asked again & I refused again. Picture this happening a few more times (with increasing volume on his part). Finally some poor sap from the pharmacy wonders what the ruckus was and wanders down the aisle. At this point I gave up on the useless argument and walked away with my cart. As I crossed the main aisle and went up towards the register, Mr. Crazymanager came up to my carriage and started pulling stuff out. Seriously. Taking. Stuff. Out. Of. My. Cart.
He then amped it up another level by yelling at me that he was going to call the police. Apparently shopping is now illegal, who knew? Anyhow, I took the last few items that he hadn’t managed to grab up to the register, made my purchase, told him he was a total fruitloop and left.
Things got resolved with the real store manager at a later time, but it’s still fun to go in & visit with Mr. Crazymanager on occasion. As fun as it might be to say this story is all made up, it is absolutely true.