Every time I refill a prescription, the pharmacist asks my date of birth. It’s none of her business, but if she’s planning a surprise birthday party for me, the information is in her computer. She says it’s for identification — nonsense! She knows who I am. In 45 years no Pennsylvania pharmacist ever needed my date of birth.
— Licia
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