On my way to work today the cover of AM New York caught my eye.
On jackson heights: “”We’ve put 74th Street on the map,” said Dass, a former president of the Jackson Heights Merchant Association. “This area was not known before. But now, it is known all around the world. Last year, Mayor [Michael] Bloomberg visited here three times.”
The CVS ExtraCare Card has been a source of fascination for me ever since its inception. I eagerly wait as they print out my receipt, hoping for the elusive "$4 off your next purchase of $20 or more" coupon so I can go right back into the store to stock up on bodywash and cotton swabs and candy. Over the years I've bought far more gum, dental floss, and eyeliner than I could ever possibly need, just because my receipts enticed me with 50-cents-off or buy-one-get-one-free offers. I am SUCH a desi sometimes.
Some people are a bit freaked out by how the register spits you out coupons based on your current purchases, so they're fine-tuned toward the kinds of things you might like. But I always thought it makes sense – I don't need $2 off of Rogaine, so I'd rather have some balding uncle be the lucky recipient of such a deal. But when I'm buying some new eyeshadow, a coupon for eye makeup remover might prove to be a friendly reminder.
I've always been a big fan of the CVS ExtraCare card. Until this week, that is.
So on Monday I run to CVS for a late afternoon pick-me-up, and head to the register carrying a big bag of Cheetos.
My coupon? $2 off diet pills.
I hate you, CVS ExtraCare Card.