Two of my Pet Peeves from recent years.
Having to show a license and have your NPI copied to get a package of Sudaafed.
No I am not talking about the weak ass Sudafed PE, I am talking the real old school
Psuedophedrine-the truck driver jacking, sinus clearing stuff. I don't know who's
brainstorm this was, but it's re-god-damn-diculous. I seriously doubt the meth lab
folks spend their days pushing little red pills out of blister packs. I mean for fucks sake,
I can pick up a codiene prescription without showing a license AND without my name even
being 0n the script.
Taking your shoes off at the airport security line and then not having a place to sit down
to put them back on. How long do those TSA geniuses have to watch octegenarians hopping around on one leg frantically trying to shoe the other foot before they realize a bench or two might be a good idea.