When I worked for a federal agency, our office was in a buliding right above a doctor's office. All day long from our cubicle perch we could watch the pharmaceutical reps parade in and out in their Brooks Brothers suits while listening to the elderly and disabled in our ears complaining about the high cost of the meds that were supposed to help them. In the summers, every Friday, we had a hard time finding parking because of the huge tent set up in the parking lot. Caterers would come and serve the doctor's office staff free surf and turf sponsored by one pharmaceutical company or another.
Little old ladies were trying to decide between medication for their diabetes or congestive heart failure or eating, while their docs were dining off the cuff courtesy of your friendly neighborhood sales rep.
Do you have to wonder why we called them drug lords?
Apparently, someone has finally gotten a clue.
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