Remember when we called a spade a spade? Not pharmacies?
I remember, as a grade-school kid, going into Skaggs Drug and buying CP potassium nitrate in 4 oz. bottles. No one questioned me. There were no forms to fill out. No one asked if I was making rocket fuel or gunpowder from it. (I was!)
And I still have all my eyes, hands and fingers!
Here it is some 50 years later, and my roommate not only acquired the crud I had (and am finally getting over, thank you!) but it progressed into some kind of respiratory infection. Antibiotics and numerous pills later, she too is finally getting better.
And one of the medications prescribed was sudephedrine. You know, the stuff that can be distilled into methamphetamine.
And I had to present my driver’s license (which they swiped into the cash register computer system) and then sign for it. For the 12 tablets!
Not only am I annoyed at this invasion of privacy, but for THIS amount? When the Mexican cartels are buying it by the ton and making meth and exporting it here?
The Travis McGee Reader recounts a similar story. Go there and read it.
The shed a tear for our loss of more freedom, once again.