How soon we forget the annoyances of being “under age”. At the time of this writing, I’m old enough that the only legal restrictions coming to my mind are renting a car and serving in various branches of government. But that doesn’t mean I am precluded from other arbitrary minima inconveniencing me.
This past flu season, I made a cough syrup run to the grocery store, for an ailing friend. At the checkout counter I was surprised to find that there is another legal arbitrary minimum that I hadn’t even counted upon. There is an age in the state of New York below which a cashier cannot sell cough medicine. Apparently my cashier was under age and thus was considered unfit to vend potentially psychoactive agents without a manager present.
It’s probably for the best. You never know what kind of miscreants they have working a cash register. Sure, my cashier seemed like the upstanding citizen type. But what about the myriad illicit schemes of high schoolers, like selling dozens of bottles of Robitussin to their friends so they can have a drug-induced orgy of law breaking? If even one such awesome rocking robotripping party was foiled, then that law did its job.