Walgreens

I had never been to this location until I needed to pick up a compounded medication for my cat. (Yes, they compound at this location!) It was out of my way and the hours weren’t the best — I believe they didn’t open until 9 a.m. — but the pharmacist was very helpful. I had issues getting the vet to call in the scrip and had to contact the pharmacy; the pharmacist spent quite a lot of time with me on the phone and also with the vet’s office.
Now, I wouldn’t go out of my way to come here, especially with 2 other Walgreens much closer on Meridian and Mass., but I did appreciate the solid service near the end of my cat’s life.

I am not a fan of the new Walgreen’s. They have all been revamped for old people. When I say old people, I mean the ones with walkers, Velcro shoes, a crap load of diabetes, bladder control problems, and a myriad of other diseases. Walking into this particular store sets the little hairs on the back of your neck up. There never seems to be anyone in there, customers or employees. I’ve seen people in there, but then it’s like they disappear to the depths of some Walgreen’s torture room. I like to keep the exit visible at all times. The people you do run into, you would rather not. The cashiers can not be bothered to acknowledge you while eating their Funyuns, but they will lick their fingers before scanning your items. You can also bet that the 3 toothed man in sweatpants with the cut off t-​shirt and belly hanging out will sit right next to you rather than any of the other 8 – 10 open chairs while you wait for your meds. There is no longer anything I will need to buy in this chain of stores. All the good aisles are gone: toys, makeup, as seen on TV, etc. The next time you need a prescription, Sea Monkeys, some blue eyeshadow, and pajama jeans you will have to go elsewhere.

This Walgreens is scary as hell.
I stopped here to pick up meds for my pitbull with IBD. Unfortunately, I was out of refills. The pharm tech gave me a few pills to hold my dog over until they could contact my veterinarian’s office.
Three days pass. I call my vet to see if anyone had called them.- Nothing. No one had contacted them.- I gave my vet the number for this Walgreens, and after about an hour I got a call back from my vet.- She was laughing hysterically. Evidently, the back and forth conversation she had with the pharm tech and the pharmacist was the telephone equivalent of a Three Stooges parody, but she told me that everything was in order.
I left to pick up the medicine.- At first, everything was fine– save for the frightening people on both sides of the counter. I grab the meds, pay, and my girlfriend and I decide to pick up a few other items since we are both fighting colds. After collecting our items we approach the counter, and the overweight pair behind it can’t stop gabbing and shoving food in their faces long enough to greet us in any way. My girlfriend and I left in a state of shock– wide-​eyed and mouthing «OH MY GOD» to each other as we walked out of this cave of inbreeding into the sunlight.