This afternoon, I left school just long enough to run out to Publix because I'd taken the last of my Sudafed and I'm timing critiques, which means a late night.
When I got to the register, the checkout lady asked to see my ID. I thought I'd heard her wrong, so I said, Huh? and she pointed to the cold medicine and asked again to see the birthdate on my license.
Mind you, this particular Publix doesn't even have a pharmacy; you can't get the good stuff with pseudoephedrine in it--the kind you have to give ID for just in case you're cooking Meth. This was just run-of-the-mill OTC stuff.
It might be worth it for an underage kid to dress up like a forty-five-year-old woman with dark circles under her puffy eyes and a red runny nose--if she were trying to buy something like Cold Duck or Miller High Life. But, seriously, who would do that for Publix brand Dayquil?