It was en international doctors' meeting and had been a long morning of running between sessions. The brief break before the late-morning sessions was underway and doctors were streaming into the exhibit hall. The Merck booth was spacious and had a pleasant gentleman wearing a conventional hall uniform with white gloves behind a counter with two ornate large coffee pots and small cups behind the counter. The line of conference-goers stretched some distance, as the bleary-eyed and shoulder-bag-laden attendees waited for their cup of "joe."
And there it was, a sign, prominently displayed at the corner of the counter:
While I never saw the poor guy behind the counter card a doctor who approached his counter, I wondered how this law for physicians from the great states of California, Massachusetts, Minnesota, or Vermont was to be enforced exactly.
Oh yeah, the honor system.