But this takes the god damned biscuit! I was in SuperQuinn getting my weekend shopping (Wine, wine, veggies, eggs, oranges, yoghurt, chicken, cous cous, cat food) and of course two packets of disprin paracetemol. I carried said groceries to the checkout, stood bored rigid listening to Doreen cashier and her friend Imelda packer rattling on about Doreen's husband's back problems and the fact that Imelda won't go to the doctor blah chee di rah... when suddenly Doreen lights on my tablets and says...
'Sorry love, you can't buy two packs.'
'Hahhaha' I said, thinking she was joking.
'I can put this one back for ya.'
'Wait, you're serious?'
'Yes, we're not allowed sell two packets at a time.'
'It's against the law?'
'It's against the law?' I spluttered. 'Why? Why would it be against the law?'
'It's the kids,' Imelda packer says, 'it's to stop them getting too many tablets at one time.'
'But I"m not a kid!' I said in a childish high pitched tone.
'You can buy another pack in the chemists around the corner.' Doreen says helpfully, 'or come back in and buy a second pack.'
'But this is ridiculous.'
'Remember,' Imelda says to Doreen with a wink, the kids used to be dropping them into the can of coke and drinking it.hahah.'
'I bet's it's a long timme sisce you did anyting like that!' Doreen cackles 'theeheheh.'
Well, ignored and flabbergasted I paid for my goods -the ones I was legally allowed take!- and made my way home. So here I sit, down a packet of disprin and raging, oh yes, fuming at the stupidity of this fucking country!
And now I have a headache!