What happens at the Duane Reade pharmacy every time I go there.

Me: Hi. Dropping off.
Pharmacist: (Looking at prescription) We don’t have that.
Me: Hm. Ok. Can you order it?
Pharmacist: (Incredibly agitated) I guess.
Me: Great! When will that be ready?
Pharmacist: Let’s see. Today’s what? Wednesday? So we can order it on Monday and it should be in by next Thursday.
Me: Yeah, I guess that works.
Pharmacist: Okay, fine.

Then I leave and twenty minutes later get an automated call telling me that my prescription is ready.