Walgreens Selling Beer! Liberty At Last!

Posted on September 29, 2010 by Varg

I was waiting on some photos at Walgreens in Gretna yesterday and figured I’d kill some time by heading on over to Casey Jones (the best family-owned supermarket on the West Bank) and getting a 12-pack. When I returned to Walgreens the photos still weren’t ready so I figured I would kinda hang around the pharmacy and try to figure out who was getting what ‘scripts. Birth control pills? Lipitor? Purple Drank? Then I saw some beer and wine and was like WTF?

Sure as shit. The free market has decided and the vices have won!

Drugstore chain Walgreen will start selling beer and wine as profit falls on non-pharmacy sales

Walgreen Co. (NYSE: WAG), the second-largest U.S. drugstore chain, confirmed Tuesday that it will start selling beer and wine in a majority of its 7,000 stores.

Unfortunately, there is a cost…

The new Walgreens also will have fewer impulse items, such as Chia Pets

5 thoughts on “Walgreens Selling Beer! Liberty At Last!”

liprap says:

September 30, 2010 at 10:24 am

On the one hand, fewer LSU Snuggies can only be a good thing. On the other hand – no Chia Obamas? Damn.
A says:

October 13, 2010 at 4:24 pm

There was much rejoicing on my part when I walked into the Walgreen’s on Tchoupitoulas recently and saw BEER! It’s about damn time.
Varg says:

October 13, 2010 at 5:40 pm

They still aint selling it cold though!
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