The first of three pharmacies I visited in one day, James Stirling was by far the...strangest. I know, you're thinking I must be pretty ill, or perhaps I was after something that the others didn't have. Or it could just be that I am very, very sad. And I think we all know which of the above it is. I can't help it though, it's like an addiction. I need to be constantly checking out different pharmacies. Maybe they could prescribe me something?
Anyways, James Sterling was definitely a unique chemists, mainly for two reasons:
1) It's like a pound store meets pharmacy meets cluttered jumble sale. There was so much going on, stock everywhere, tons of packets of nappies stuffed on top of the shelves on the walls, random display units dotted here, there and everywhere...the whole place was in organised disarray. I half expected the walls to start closing in, and those nappies to start popping out everywhere. Oh baby.
[Yes, this is still point 1...it's just an extension]
On top of this, the aisles were exceptionally narrow, so much so that I had to breathe in to let a lady and her pram past (and this was after she had attempted to get down the adjacent aisle). I'm not the claustrophobic type, but it was starting to make me feel a bit squished. Just a bit.
2) The sales assistant was strangely sing-songy..."hello!", "thank you!", "goodbye!" (just imagine the high [though not unpleasant] sing-song voice), when I went to purchase my 99p deodorant. (NB. It *is* quite a well-priced place).
Well, after all that, I felt a bit bewildered by the whole experience. Still am to be honest... read more