My sister went to the pharmacy yesterday to get some over-the-counter medicine to help her deal with the sinus issues that occur when pollen lays siege to your town. In the course of discussing the different options with the pharmacist, my sister casually mentioned that she had "popped a couple of Sudafed" that morning. The pharmacist -- apparently taking issue with that turn of phrase -- then told my sister that she couldn't purchase any more Sudafed. Because obviously, my sister is a meth-head (it must be her perfect, pearly-white teeth that gave her away). The pharmacist ended up getting an earful (and boy, do I wish I could have been there -- remind me to tell you later about the time the Macy's checkout lady asked my mother for her Social Security number) and my sister got her meds. But at what point do we revolt?
Is our country really free if every time we enter a drug store, we're suspected of being an illegal drug dealer/manufacturer? Or every time we enter an airport, we're suspected of being a terrorist? Or just about every time we're pulled over after dark, we're suspected of driving drunk? What is our collective breaking point? Because I'm thisclose to reaching my personal one.
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