“Excuse me, ma’am, do you have a license for that Sudafed?”
Holy freaking hell on toast. Have we run out of things to make laws about? Can we make life just a bit more annoying for people? What if someone lives out in East Buttmunch, Iowa, where there’s no pharmacy and it’s 10pm and they’re sniffling, sneezing, coughing and aching with a stuffy head and fever? They can’t stock up on Nyquil the next time they hit town. That’d be suspicious!