Canada: taking great leaps backward so you don't have to.
Pharmacies used to be places to buy Robitussin DM, band-aids, maybe a new toothbrush. But in the Land In Which We Know We're Not Americans, my fellow Canadians will soon be able to stop by the local drug store to assuage their croaking for some good shit (hell, they call it a drug store don't they?); or, while waiting for that antibiotic prescription to be filled, maybe a French tickler.
Warming up in the bullpen: Canadian sex shops to sell antihistamines and Dr. Scholls crap.
(Hat tip to the reliably vigilant Dr. Terry Vanderheyden. All in the disinterested pursuit of scientific research.)