So I'm at the freakin Walgreen's to pick up some Bronkaid and Nicorette. You can't even find the Bronkaid box on the shelf, they have these stupid cards you have to bring up to the drug counter. Then I had to sign my name and address in a book. Finally I give the fat chick at the counter my drivers licence and she scans the magnetic strip in the register.
Next thing you know, A FUCKING ALARM GOES OFF!!! The people behind me are looking at me like I'm some kinda freak. Of course I was already feeling weird (from the EC stack) so I start thinking I might just make a bee-line for the door. Sweat starts to drip down my face. I had just bought a box of 24 pills two weeks ago, and I assumed I was on some kind of drug database for potential offenders. The chick kept saying "It's telling us we can't sell this to you."
Anyway, the pharmacist comes over and enters some kind of override and they end up letting me buy it afterall.
ARE WE LIVING IN A GOD DAMN POLICE STATE?
MELTDOWN!