I’m thick.

No, not that way. I have a code. Stuffi. Sniffwy. Weezy. Misewable.

And? They make you feel like a criminal just buying sudafed at the store. You have to go to the pharmacy now.

“May I see your drivers license?”

“I need a local phone number.”

“Please sign here and give your full address.”

All for a $6 box of sudafed.

I wanted to grab him, and say “You know, I’ve been shopping here since you were in second grade, I feel like crap and if I had a meth lab, my kids would have told you all about it by now!”

But I didn’t, I paid my money and went to find eggs. And bananas. Cuz the guys downstairs at the lab like bananas…