I swear they all believe in phenylephrine and think the only reason someone would buy psueudafed is to do meth.
I swear they all believe in phenylephrine and think the only reason someone would buy psueudafed is to do meth.
I can't imagine one giving me any actual lip, but my escalation strategy there is to look them dead in the eye and ask them whether they're going to give me my perfectly-legal cold remedy or not.
Now that sounds like a project.
If you follow along with the thread, you'll realize this isn't about OTC cold medicine.
By other people I am including my mother, who is the nicest lady you could imagine, but regularly gets shamed and embarrassed by the medical establishment. This stuff affects her.
It doesn't affect me. I will either escalate all the way to a physical fistfight if I have to or just suddenly decide all of a sudden it's not worth my time and just walk away and forget about it. Usually a bit of both because I typically find that the dynamics I thought I was dealing with going in weren't really there and I'm just acting silly.
Either way I get answers, darnit, and I don't stop until I get them. Same hacker mentality applied to the interpersonal realm. I don't really know how to articulate this mindset, that you really don't have to put up with this behavior, that you can have power over the situation, not even to my own mother.
I bought some sudafed a week ago and got offered more of it by the pharmacist (they sold me a package with twice as many pills as the one I brought up a card for). And I am a pretty scruffy looking dude; on my better days my fashion sensibility and grooming approaches "possibly homeless".