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I Love Buying Leggings at Rite Aid
What are these beauties? They’re so buttery!
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I go to Rite Aid a lot. This place is my Target. (But how great is Target? I got lost in there yesterday — delightful!)
I go to Rite Aid for needs, fun, and more often to replenish the family wine (not my kind of fun). It’s walking distance from home, so I can get really high, put on a cute mask and my “don’t talk to me” eyes, and have a safe, socially-distanced, entertaining hour strolling the aisles and complimenting the nice clerk from Greece on her press-on nails.
This ramble is relevant because I discovered an aisle I’d never noticed before on one of my trips. And it changed my life.
For those who have been to a Rite Aid (or any chain pharmacy, they’re more or less the same, right?), there is (sometimes, I guess) a little aisle full of clothes.
At first glance, the ensembles are unimpressive, frumpy, lumpy (it’s a popular marketing strategy to…
