It was summer of 2003, and every time I think about this story it still makes me laugh out loud. My mom and dad had taken a trip up to New York to see a medical specialist. My father was undergoing surgery and my thoughtful mother wanted to be there to support him. After the surgery, the doctors prescribed my father a slew of medications that he needed, ranging form pain killers to antibiotics. Unfortunately, at this point in the day, the hospital was getting ready to close, and the hospital pharmacy had already done so. Night was falling on Manhattan. But, being the loyal and dependable individual my mother is, she was bound and determined to make sure my father had the drugs he needed at the exact moment he needed them, and not a moment later. So, off she went, exploring the unfamiliar streets of New York City as night was quickly appraching. She had been given directions to the nearest pharmacy, but despite her best efforts had not been able to find it. She began to get desperate, and began to ask passers by for help. She couldn't understand why people were looking at her with fear, contempt, and disapproval. No one seemed to want to be associated with her. It wasn't until later that it dawned on her. Picture this: A middle-aged woman looking panicked and desperate, holding maps and bags and going on no sleep, walking around the evening streets of NYC pleading with people she met, "Can anybody please tell me where I can buy drugs!".