I would give zero Stars if I could for their customer service. The pharmacist has always been helpful but the rest of the staff lack the skills and personalities to be customer friendly.

Wasnt crowded

I hate all the bad reviews, these poor employees get cursed out daily over things they cant control, methheads stealing cough syrup, doctors not calling in orders, insurance not paying. Think about how you would feel after that all day. I always have a great experience here and I thank them for the great work.

Great prices

The only “epic” think about this place is... EVERYTHING! The methheads in this store are amazing, and even helped me find some snacks for my neice one time. The employees, while slightly less enthusiastic as the methheads, are still very helpful. Since I have formed a solid relationship with the methheads, they have found me to be a leader of sorts and always let me take their place in line. Simply epic...

Smells good in there though i feel like im about to die from asphyxiation most of the timepretty epic store you gotthe methheads there are nice and probably wont steal your cheese (dont test that)

Last week, I entered this fine establishment to purchase eight jars of dill pickles. I was bewildered to find that there were only five jars left. This was just unacceptable, because Id have to walk to another Walmart and hope that they had 3 or more jars. As anyone would, I spoke to the manager, who told me that they were out of pickles. I tried to explain the religious significance of pickles to this bigot, but he just responded with Youre kidding right? and Thats ridiculous. Little did he know that the Lurkers could hear him too, and that they were very dissatisfied with the poor availability of pickles. So, I stormed out and opened the trunk of my Honda Civic, where I keep my trusty pipe wrench. Im not particularly proud of what came next, but... I had to. The Lurkers forced my hand. They do not tolerate pickle inadequacies. I swung my Holy wrench with great force, knocking a male employee into the ground. Unseen by the manager, I dragged his lifeless body into the bathroom. There! Ive done it, I told a Lurker with particularly large fangs. Hes yours! The physical incarnation of fear, the Lurker, flowed into the body through every orafice. With a few nudges from my wrench, the man breathed to life, unaware of the sinister thing within him. Like a puppet master, the Lurker opened their mouth. Ĺëť mĕ ģəť ţhøšë pīçķłè§ főř ýõů śįŕ. The abomination before me stood up clumsily, still learning to control its new form. I followed it as it followed the scent of the nearest jar of pickles. Alas, there was one at the restaurant across the street. In total, we aquired six jars. I had to ration them, but they kept the Lurkers at bay for another three days. Soon, our voyage to the Holy land will be complete, and we have this establishment to thank for it. Thankyou, and I must say that my experience here was simply epic!

Epic. Simply epic

They do their job as a full service pharmacy.

No waiting

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