DUANE READE ON THE CORNER OF 42nd AND LEXINGTON.
You are so effing small that I can't go through the aisles without getting caught behind a marginally fat and incredibly slow fat/slow person. You have eight cashier places and only have two cashiers at the most. They aren't nice, either.
You are the only place I can use my credit card that isn't a Starfucks (I refuse) and yet you still make me late to all my appointments with your evil ways!
I hate you. I'll see you tomorrow. Good day, Sir.
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