I was thinking the other day that I spend too much money at Walgreens. Yes, it’s very convenient for me to just walk up to Madison Avenue here in Covington (You all should know by now that’s where I live) and get what I need there—but Walgreens is a big company. Maybe I should help the little guy more.
There’s a smaller drug store about three blocks down from me called Save Discount Drugs. I’ve never been in the store and I needed a pack of cigarettes. Why not go there instead of Walgreens and get the smokes? I’d be helping the little guy.
I made my way to Save Discount. Walking in, I noticed that except for the cashier, I was the only one in the store. Having never been inside before, I decided to look around for a little bit.
The cashier, a tall, older guy, eyeballed me as I wandered around.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“No thanks,” I replied. “I’m just looking around.”
The cashier got out from behind his counter and started following me around. I’m a guy who walks with a cane. What did he think I was going to do—grab a bottle of aspirin and run out of the store?
I walked back to the front of the store and the cashier went back behind the counter. I asked him for a pack of Pall Mall.
“$4.45,” he said. I stared at him for a few seconds.
“That much for Pall Mall?” I said. “That’s like over a buck higher than Walgreens.”
“This isn’t Walgreens,” the cashier said with a smirk on his face.
“No, it sure isn’t,” I replied as I handed him a five-dollar-bill.
Walking back to my apartment, I knew that I would never “shop” at Save Discount Drugs again. I like the idea of helping the little guy, but when the little guy is a bit rude and expensive, the liking part goes away. I’ll save a few steps and some money by just going to Walgreens.
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