I'm not a stylish fellow by any stretch of the term. I know it. But I do at least know that Wallgreens is not the place to go for fashionable duds. This was confirmed over the weekend when we made a stop to pick up some beauty products. There, in neon-burn-your-retina-pink, hanging from the ceiling, dangling like kite stuck in a tree... it was what only could be described as the result of when a steamroller meets an In Living Color Fly Girl. Complete with boxy-robot-wedgie.
I could only imagine this was hung there by the employees as some kind of scarecrow. Perhaps to keep customers out.
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