If one more person tells me this week how long they’re willing to wait for their prescription to be filled, I’m think I’m going to explode. Some examples:

Me: Okay, that will be about 20 minutes. (no joke, that’s our usual wait time)

Pt.: Well, do you think it will really take 20 minutes?

Me: Yes, I do. (thinking) No, I’m just going to make you wait that long for the heck of it. It really only takes about 30 seconds.

and:

Me: About 15 or 20 minutes. (this was the day before the 4th of July)

Pt.: (in a thick New Yoa(r)k accent): I’d really appreciate it if it was 15 minutes. I have a plane to catch at National in 90 minutes.

Me: I’ll do my best. (thinking): Good luck. I hope you get put on standby. Now your script will take 21 minutes, just out of spite.

Pt.: Well, you’d better.

and finally, when we were really busy:

Me: Just to let you know, it’ll be about 30 minutes.

Pt.: What?! Can’t you get it done any faster?

Me: Not with five people ahead of you sir.

Pt.: Well fine! I’ll just take it down the street to XYZ Pharmacy.

Me: Fine. Here’s your script back. (thinking) Great! One more annoying patient I don’t have to fill a z-pack for, especially since happen to know XYZ’s wait time right now is 45 minutes.

A word to the wise: Making your pharmacy tech (or pharmacist) angry is just as stupid as doing the same to your waiter. Just be glad I have too high a standard of ethics to switch your antibiotic for an erectile dysfunction pill. Goodbye bronchitis, hello four-hour erection!