Rite Aid

I don’t like writing bad reviews… But I felt like I needed to here.
Aside from never having anything I need, the staff at this Rite Aid are so incredibly rude. I really wish they would consider non customer service jobs, perhaps next door at the post office in the back mail room. I have gone here a handful of times only for convenience, and every time I wish I hadn’t…
Just a heads up to anyone else who enjoys common courtesy and more than two items per shelf at their local convenience store.

The store almost gets a 3. It’s run down and drab, but that’s OK in Westover. It has a decent selection of stuff for a drug store. A small and very limited drug supply in the pharmacy, but the pharmacists are helpful and thoughtful.
But it gets a 2 because it cards me when I buy beer there. I’m 47; I have crow’s feet who are themselves old enough to buy beer. I look about double the drinking age, because I am, in fact, more than double the drinking age. No one, and I mean no one, could possibly look at me and wonder whether I’ve seen 21 years go by.
Yet, this is one of the places that mindlessly cards me, and, I assume, everyone. Why? I realize it’s a minor inconvenience, but it’s such a stupid, officious one, that it drives me mad.

I’m not sure what other folks look for in a Rite-​Aid (based on the other two reviews, it’s more than what I do… 2-​star reviews means a place fails in some aspect), but in more than a dozen visits, this one has yet to let me down. No, it doesn’t have a barista or any chintzy decorations. What it does have is what you’re like to need and without frills.
After having some folks over last night, I found myself without toilet paper. I said to myself «Self, I pray you don’t get your typical beer „issues“ in the morning.» Would you wager a guess as to what happened the following morning? Yep.
In my groggy state, I had forgotten my lack of cottony bum cleaner whilst preparing myself for a session that was sure to be glorious. You know what I mean… Don’t tell me you don’t pump yourself up and more or less prime the tubes… but I digress. My girlfriend reminds me I’m out of TP, I panic, run across the street, grab some, and within three minutes I’m back ready to rock. That’s what Rite Aid is all about. This is hardly the first time they’ve come through in an emergency…
Need TP? Pencils? A crappy bottle of wine? This will do.

Erik Estrada, Richard Nixon, and Disco.
They all peaked in the 70s and it’s been downhill ever since — just like the Westover Rite Aid. From its peel-​and-​stick tile to exposed florescent tube lighting and old-​school drop ceiling tiles, this Rite Aid has seen better days. I’m not sure if the clientele matches the state of the store or the other way around, but both are in pretty rough shape.
You are as likely to run in to someone missing teeth as your are to find a sale on malt liquor.
The best thing about this place is how convenient it is and the way it eschews the modern, big box, massive parking lot layout (see: secret entrance-​esque back door). But seriously, is it even possible to give a chain drug store more than 3 stars? What could they possibly do — put your Lee Press-​On Nails on for you?
Come here because you can get a case of Natty Light for 11.99 along with a bit of tunnel people culture. If you’re in the area, it will suit your needs.

This is my local Rite Aid. Its on washington blvd next to the Ayers hardware store, and also 7 – 11.
Damn you. like every establishment in the Westover Shopping center, Its pretty old school.
This place is ghetto, or maybe the clientele is ghetto.
I came here many times and I’ve seen the biggest trash in NoVa around here. Once, some bum tried to refund a opened bottle of malt liquor claiming it was bad, and they wouldn’t take it back. He got really hostile and wanted to fight the staff here.
I came here once for passport photos and the service sucked. The lady was some old school lady who took forever, and their batteries were dead. I had to go drive to CVS to get those done. The employees here didn’t seem like the most enthusiastic of employees, but whatever. I’ll just go pick up my booze or medicine, and just be on my way.