Man, it was bad enough when I discovered my wife’s porn collection, but today I learn that she’s also apparently a suspected meth dealer. Sometimes you think you know people . . .
This is even more bizarre than the Asimov’s porn story. Before meeting me at the gym, Lisa stopped off at a local Walgreen’s to pick up a couple boxes of Claritin D for her and I. We’ve both got crazy allergies, and Walgreen’s has the cheapest price.
Anyway, she calls me because she had a minor glitch in buying Claritin — the cashier had to ring up each box separately, so she had to pay for one box on her credit card on one charge, and then the cashier rang up the other box and charge that separately. He even asked her if she was sure she needed two boxes. WTF? Like I need some Walgreen cashier concering himself with my allergy problems.
And then she gets online and figures it all out. Claritin D contains pseudoephedrine and basically everybody and their brother is going f—ing nuts over such products because they can be used to produce methamphetamine. Some states even want to ban products with pseudoephedrine.
Yeah, you can have my Claritin D when you pry it loose from my cold dead allergic hands. If I wanted to live in a nanny state where some teenage kid at a Walgreen has to question my buying over-the-counter drugs, I’d move to Europe and get it over with.
Let my allergy drugs go.
