So. I have a head cold. Life sucks, my nose won’t stop fucking dripping and it’s moving into my chest. When I lay down, I start coughing.
In hopes of aleviating some of my symptoms, I made my way to the local SprallMart Stuporcenter perchance to make purchase of cheap store brand “nyquil” liquid, and “dayquil” capsules. I arrive at the “Cold and Flu” section.
There is almost nothing there save for some childrens remedies.
“Alas!” I cry. Well, no. I didn’t cry “Alas!” I said, “Where the fuck are all the cold medicines?” A passing Sprallmart Drone fixed its dead eyes apon me and said, “All that stuff’s over there, at aisle 14, behind the counter.” " New law went into effect this month." And waves a limpid hand in the direction of said aisle.
Turns out that, in order to fight the ever growing problem of fucking meth heads fucking making meth in our fine state, one now must produce a picture I.D. and sign a register with name and address and quantity of psudeoephedrine containing medicine purchased. And we are now limited to the purchase of Two and only Two items with said psudeoephedrine.
God damn meth heads. I say let them make their meth. In fact, set up designated meth production areas away from civilizaton to keep their volitile nasty chemicals away from everyone. The bastards don’t tend to live long anyway. Eventualy the problem will solve itself.