YADNBU!
I have to go to one later.
Two branches of boots are the only pharmacies in our small town.
They too somehow magically obtain these repeat prescriptions from the surge, and distribute them randomly between them, resulting in a huuuuge wait in one, followed by some painfully SlowLooking For The Medicine; ask someone else, more Slow Looking, oh, not here, must be the other one; head up there, more queue, more Slow Looking, oh, we have some of it, not all, and do you know how to take them, and we've phoned paediatrician to say too many on this prescription, so that you will have to endure this fucking irritation again sooner, and could you pop back when we have the rest of the order in...?
Oh, and here is a receipt for the juice/lollipop you bought to keep you and dcs from exploding with waiting, and look, you get money off some shit skin products, and an online survey of our shop to win more crap and wtaf do you think I would actually put on that survey if i ever did fill it in rather than scrap it immediately to try to forget...
That feels better, actually. Cathartic, thanks OP ??