The silver lining to being sick as a dog, coughing so much that my abs hurt, where every cough feels like my throat is being rubbed raw by sandpaper and I’m having acid poured down is that yesterday when I went to CVS to finally get some relief in the form of Delsym which was recommended by my doctor friend when I cried pitifully at her, I was asked for my ID.
You need to be 21 to purchase this. May I see your driver’s license? Um, I’m in my 30’s.
She puts out her hand, like hand it over. She looks at it twice and says incredulously, “What’s your secret?”
I had to laugh. I haven’t been asked for an ID in at least a decade. I may still look younger than my age, but younger than 21? That’s boat has sailed a long time ago.
One 3 oz Delsym in grape flavor $10
Being mistaken for an underage teenager? PRICELESS.