I walked into someone's stupid zone at Walmart last week while attempting to buy Sudafed for my son. The pharmacy attendant asks "What type do you want?" To which I unfortunately reply "I don't know, it's for my son and wife, I never use it." He then asks me "Is your son under eighteen?" "Yes, he's seventeen" I state. To which he replies, now get this, "Well, you can purchase it for your son, but, your wife will have to come in and present her own ID to purchase it for her use!" You've bloody got to be kidding me!
So envision with me, if you will, a partially consumed 48-count box of Sudafed 4-6 hour in our family's medicine cabinet. My wife queries me some evening, "Honey, do we have any Sudafed in the house?" Can you imagine her surprise when I reply, "Well yes, honey, but, you can't have any because I purchased it for our son using my ID. You'll have to go yourself to the helpful professionals at Walmart's pharmacy to purchase some using your ID! Oh, and pickup a copy of George Orwell's book 1984 while you're there, I haven't read that one in a while!"