Over-Reactionary Sissies
What’s happened to us, when did we become a gaggle of wussified over reactors? My goodness, all I wanted was some allergy medicine, God forbid if I wanted it after 9:00 at night.
Not feeling well last night, I had a cough and itchy eyes, after putting the kids to sleep I head out to the DRUG STORE for some allergy medicine. Store after store the result was the same, after finding the spot on the shelf that the medicine was supposed to be I was greeted with either a handwritten note or voucher slip informing me that Claritin is only available at the pharmacy. OK, walk to the pharmacy — closed. Every store I went to pharmacy to get my itchy-eye-fix and it was closed.
Giant Eagle — CLOSED
DrugMart — CLOSED
Rite Aide (2) — CLOSED
CVS — CLOSED
Walgreens — CLOSED
To be fair the Walgreens did have a sign with directions to the nearest 24hr pharmacy, but that’s not the point. The point is, as an adult I should be able to take allergy medicine to the front register and pay for it. What reason could there possibly be for allergy medicine to be treated like a controlled substance?
“But those kids, all hopped on dope, make drugs with it.”
Get real, there’s no lack of drugs for those who want them, don’t make me suffer.
“But those types of pills can make you drowsy.”
Yeah, so can the 12 pack of Genny Cream Ale that I am perfectly free to buy.
The reality is that we have developed some weird need to vilify certain things, and completely ignore others.
Allergy medicine, no. Booze, cigarettes by the carton, and a never-ending supply of whatever edible abomination you can imagine — let me get you a cart.
How about some personal responsibility folks?
Sadly, long gone are the days when “men were men,” and Rosie had her “we can do it” attitude.
Have a nice weekend!
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