Cold Turkey: Day 15

I know, I know. I haven't kept you guys in the loop.

It's day 15 of my 'I hate Duane Reade so much that I have to boycott them for a while' hoo-daddy.

And I'm miserable.

Why? Because if I don't go, there's nothing to blog about!

Sure, I could dump a few links from YouTube, post a few notes about general customer treatment. But it's not the same.

So, back to the DR. I lasted 15 days. Think I owe someone a Coke.

Cold Turkey: Day One

Damn you, Duane.

The weekend was easy-peasy. Since I'm a BnT girl, I don't have the DR temptation out in Jersey.

However, I woke up this morning thinking about my frappy and then realized "oh shit. I can't go there anymore."

No problem. I will go to Starbucks. They have the little canned frappies and they're catty-corner from my office.



Goddamnit.

Alright, it's Monday. I should've expected a long line. No problem, frappy's on the way.

They're out. They only have strawberry. And while I love the sensation of sweaters on my teeth, I think I'll pass. So, I get an iced-grande-soy-chai.

$4.77 later, my wallet limps.

This is going to be tougher than I thought.

Time added to commute: 10min

Substitute for the DR: Starbucks