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| - I've been reminiscing a lot nowadays, blame old age or just boredom, and I just felt like I needed to review this Walgreen's because of all the nostalgic value it holds.
When I first moved to this barren desert in 1994, I lived on West Villa Teresa Dr. right next to this store. And, I remember how I just wanted to run back home to California, never to see this state again. My Granny, may she rest in peace, made my transition to this state a little bit easier by being with me for a few months. If anyone ever had childhood depression, it was me, I hated it here. She would see me moping around the house, or out in the sweltering heat of the backyard, and ask, "Lil' girl, do you want to go to Walgreens?...I'll buy you something." Immediately, I'd perk up, because Walgreens, on 3rd and Evans Ave, back home, was familiar. We'd take our short walk over together, coming home with some spectacular treat. Giggling and smiling, and holding her hand...gone are the days.
Now, there are times that I remember that don't make me tear up, like when I sliced my hand open on the VCR plate, permanently disfiguring my palm under my right thumb, and the visits to buy more steri-strips as the monstrous gash healed (Age 7). Buying Gatorade to rehydrate after being released from Arrowhead hospital after my bout of Taco Bell food-poisoning (Age 10). Going to buy steri-strips yet again after piercing the back of my index finger on my left hand with a butter-knife (Age 13). Hey, I am and will always be a bit of a klutz...But I have some non-medical emergency memories of this place. Like the time, Samara A. and I were hanging out in front of the store, joking about me being out of breath after biking from my house, just to stall long enough to catch my breath and let my hives go down (Age 17). Good times indeed.
It's always been close, even with our move down the street. I've never truly gone here and didn't find exactly what I needed, when I needed it (24-hour locations are for pussies!). The store is organized just like any other Walgreens and clean. The clerks were and are always extremely nice, some damn near comedians. I may have fussed with the pharmacist or pharmacy techs once or twice, but only because I'm picky about having brand-name prescriptions (generics kill!). With photos processed and taken as quickly as you needed them. And there was always that intriguing person or two sitting outside on the bench next to the water machine...
This place is like a very old and dear friend to me, I really just couldn't have seen my life without it. Then again, it also reminds me that I've just been here in this state entirely too long.
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