157 Brighton Ave
Allston, MA, 02134
Let's just say this is more of a tale of horror than a review. This is a bit personal, but is an anonymous tale of a friend who was treated pretty horribly by the people at this store. A certain friend who is very near and dear to me, and no it's not my dear Hannah or my dream bff Betty White. In fact, here's one of the many tributes I made for Betty in my spare time:
Ahem, anyways. Said friend was having one of those horrible times in a young lady's life where one is afraid they've been fetus'd (new term, copyrighted by me. reality show is being planned)! Being a sane young woman, the possibility of pushing a wriggling, screaming, 6 pound placenta covered child out of one's vagina is NOT something that bring happiness. Instead it brings worry, anger, shame, and possibly a little bit of gassiness and morning sickness. Said friend was in a bit of a bad way, having not received a very important lady reminder on time, bringing about a strange feeling of "OH GOD WHY AM I NOT BLEEDING?"
Said friend headed over to the Store 24 on Brighton Ave. There she went about her business picking up tons of items to obscure the fact she was buying a pregnancy test. To her horror, she realized the pregnancy test was behind the counter and she would have to ask the clerk for it. She headed up to the counter, plopped down her items and asked the clerk for the pregnancy test by name.
"What?" he said, putting his hand to his ear.
Said friend repeated the brand name of the pregnancy test once more.
"I'm sorry, dear. I can't hear you," he said, and literally began to crack a smile.
At this point, friend loudly said the brand name of the pregnancy test. The man still pretended to not understand and shrugged his shoulders, still smiling. Turning red from embarassment, friend finally screamed "THE PREGNANCY TEST!" This the man understood.
"AH!" he said, trying to suppress his giggles. He then ran back behind the counter and grabbed the box, and placed it into friends hands. Friend then had all her items rang up, the man still grinning and leering at her the entire time. As soon as her items were bagged, friend grabbed her stuff and left the store.
As she grabbed the door handle to leave, the man yelled out "HEY, GOOD LUCK WITH THAT!"
While I understand this could have been a nice sentiment, WHAT A PIECE OF SHIT. Go fuck yourself dude, and I hope you get pregnant in some fluke accident and are forced to give birth to one million babies who all have dysentery, alkali poisoning, or any other infectious disease from Oregon Trail!
IN CONCLUSION: This store is nice and neat and has a good selection, but that doesn't really matter if the people who work there are total fucking dicks. I can't believe someone would go out of their way to harass someone who was obviously embarrassed. I don't give a fuck it this store sells adorable beer cozies that make your beer look like it's wearing a little tuxedo (which they do, btw). OH AND THEY'RE NOT EVEN OPEN 24/7! WHO NAMED YOUR STORE! YOU GUYS DON'T EVEN STAY OPEN PAST 11! WHERE AM I SUPPOSED TO GO FOR MY BEER COZIES! I AM USING CAP LOCKS TO YELL AT YOU ON THE INTERNET BECAUSE I AM SO ANGRY ABOUT HOW YOUR STORE HAS A MISLEADING NAME!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M SO MAD I'M GONNA BOLD AND ITALICIZE THIS MOTHER FUCKER!
½ OUT OF 5 STARS (for beer cozies only)
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