|Part of my evil plan to rule the world|
I just returned from what would have been my last visit to Walgreens except that I plan to go back one more time to return my purchases.
My primary reason for going was to buy a box of haircolor for my granddaughter using a coupon I received from Garnier for a free box. (The last free haircolor coupon I received was thrown away by my husband, and I was determined to use this one.) First we stopped at CVS. They didn't have the bright-red color she thought she had to have. "Let's go to Walgreens", she said. "They'll have the exact same selection!", I told her. "No, they won't!", was her all-knowing reply. Mind you, it was her idea to go to CVS because "they have more colors than Walgreens" and "I don't like Walgreens anymore". (The last one I can so agree with now.)
Thanks to the highway department trying to protect us from ourselves, I had to wait at a traffic signal to make a left turn and go around the corner and make another left turn to reach the store directly across the street. But whatever. I had to prove to a thirteen-year-old that I actually learned a few things in my 53 years on this earth.
As I expected, Walgreens had the exact same shades of haircolor as CVS. Of course granddaughter insisted they had more, just not the color she wanted. So I picked out my shade instead. Don't worry; she found plenty more for me to buy. It seems the shampoo and conditioner we have at home isn't as good as what they sell at Walgreens. And the entire time we were there, younger granddaughter had to touch pretty much everything she saw, and 75% of those items were dropped on the floor at least once (no, she isn't a toddler--she's nine). To say I was about to lose it is a gross understatement.
It gets better.
I took my armload of merchandise to the register. The clerk started ringing it all up, but he was having trouble with the coupon. He called the manager, who looked young enough to be my grandson. Manager Boy whipped out another coupon to use as an example, then chastised me: "I can't take a coupon unless it has a barcode like this!" He pointed to the standard style barcode as he hissed at me, and I couldn't argue because my coupon didn't have a code that looked like his. It had several codes, just not the right kind. He felt the need to repeat himself as I looked at my coupon in complete confusion. By now there were several angry people in line behind me, so I just muttered "okay" and Manager Boy walked away. He didn't say "I'm sorry, but that's store policy", or any of the other niceties that most managers would utter. Maybe by the time he turns 18 he'll have learned some manners. Some manager manners.
The cashier did apologize. He already has manager manners and he's not even a manager. I'm not sure he's even 18.
I also purchased some hair care products for myself because the sign said they were on sale 3-for-$10, with register rewards of $5. Seemed like a sweet deal to me. Do you think I got my register rewards? Of course not. Do you think I noticed before I got home? Of course not.
I plan to return the hair care products because that was the final straw for me. I expect the cashier will accuse me of trying to return the qualifying purchases and keep the register rewards for myself. Because as far as Walgreens is concerned, I'm out to overthrow world order one box of stolen haircolor at a time. Stealing register rewards is my backup plan.
So after this ordeal I decided to calm myself with a bottle of wine. (And yes, I plan to drink it all.) After dropping the kids off at home with my husband (let them be his problem for a while), I headed to the nearest grocery store and made my selection (the cheapest, biggest bottle I could find). The cashier boy thought it would be fun to toy with an old lady like a cat bounces around a helpless mouse. "I might have to see your ID 'cause I'm not sure you're 21!", he said, thinking he's the only child who's ever come up with such a clever line. If you think I climbed over the conveyer belt and took him down, well, I'll admit I thought about it. But that must remain only a fantasy. I can't risk getting banned from the store. I can live without ever stepping into another Walgreens. I can't live without a handy place to buy wine.
It's a cruel, cruel world. But with a diabolical plan involving counterfeit haircolor coupons and stolen register rewards, I plan to change all that.