Our usual pharmacy is three letters long, but for a while we had to switch to a Wal and a Color. This WalColor has a drive thru Pharmacy (do others? I'm not overly familiar with that chain) and an insanely long waiting time. You could stand in line for an hour and a half waiting for the counter people to get through five people (no exaggeration, it actually happened a few times).
Naturally, when you're bored, you find other things to pay attention to. In my case, the conversation happening in full view and audio of everyone waiting for the counter slave to do their job at the drive thru station.
(Since I couldn't hear the other side of the conversation, imagine the custy sounds like the wah-wah-wah horn sound in a Peanuts cartoon.)
Pharmacy Slave: "All right ma'am, we'll be able to finish this for you in about an hour's time."
Custy: "Wah wah-wah-wah, wah wah."
Pharmacy Slave: "No, you'll have to come back to pick it up."
Custy: "Wah?! Wha Wha Wah Wah!"
Pharmacy Slave: "The drive through is for dropping off and picking up only. If you want to wait, you'll have to come inside."
Custy: "Wha Wha Wah Wah!"
Pharmacy Slave: "Ma'am, you cannot block our drive thru."
Custy: WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH!
Pharmacy Slave: "First of all, do not take that tone with me. I am NOT required by management to take verbal abuse. Second of all, the earliest we could possibly complete this is twenty minutes. This still means that if you want to wait, you have to come inside."
Custy: "WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH WAH!"
Pharmacy Slave: "Very well, just so we're clear, I am calling the police to have you forcibly removed from our drive thru."
I can actually see her reaching for the phone, and she looks PISSED.
The screech of tires is audible, and the silhouette of a car zooming off is visible through the tinted window.
Us in line: o.O
Me: "Dude, doesn't she know not to fuck with the people who handle her medications?"
Pharmacy Slave: "Thank you!"