What a damned shame.
Kathe and I had a good time yesterday, going through the near-vacant Albright & Raw Rexall store, buying a few of their remnants of stock. Just a few items left in their storerooms, and then it's gone.
What a damned shame.
Still, it was fun, buying a pill bottle here, a cardboard box there. A bottle of scary-sounding asthma medication to give to Waldy.
But what a damned, ruinous, totally unnecessary shame.
Shame on George W. Bush, whose dingbat Medicare scheme destroyed independent drug stores like Albright & Raw.
Just a damned shame.
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Corporatism. It's what's for dinner."\\
2 comments:
Well, that's too bad. Typical. Maybe they should have put a Starbucks franchise in a corner of it...
Why don't you take this post down? After all: "I tried to make Kathe happy. I tried for months, I tried for years, Hell, I tried for 23 years, let's face it. She was never happy. Not with me, probably not with anybody."
So, you know, we didn't really have a good time. You didn't even think we had a good time. It was just another lie.
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