I went shopping in Wilkinson’s today to get a few items for my upcoming trip. I went to the counter with some plasters, soap and three packs of painkillers (16 pills each) – two aspirin, one paracetamol (tylenol).
The young and bubbly woman abruptly stopped scanning the items and began to panic holding the three packs of painkillers. “Oooooo, sorry love. You can only have two of these. I can’t sell you three,” she lectures in the most horrendous accent you could imagine, “which two packs would you like?”
England, the country where you can drink in a pub from about the age 15 on; the country where there is more puke on the streets at 10 pm on a typical Fri then Times Square New Years day; the country that sells over the counter codeine enhanced painkillers; the country that will continue to sell you Absynth shots although you are efficiently intoxicated…
… won’t let me purchase more then 32 painkiller pills at one go.