I had trouble with a pharmacist once. I was trying to refill my first T scrip, just a couple of weeks before I suddenly stopped being misgendered by anyone. So I guess he read me as female. Anyway, the scrip was less than six months old, but he told me that he couldn't legally refill it because T is Schedule II (uh, no, it's Schedule III, you ass).
When I'm pushed, I customarily become pigheaded without thinking about it, even when I'm in panic mode, which I was. I think my being obstructive did the trick. He said he would refill it as a favor to me...something stupid like that. Um, it's illegal, and you don't know me from Adam, but you're going to be nice and refill it anyway, and risk losing your job and your license? I don't think so. Don't jerk me around. (This is what I was thinking much later.)
For a long time, I thought he was just mixed up about how T is classified. Now I'm 99% certain that he was passing judgment on me and trying to get out of filling the prescription. I suppose I should have reported him, but the whole affair freaked me out so much that I didn't want to pursue it. After all, I might have been in the wrong, although I didn't think so. If a pharmacist pulled that kind of crap on me now, I would really let him have it. I've come a long way since then.
I never went back to that place, even though the alternative was a little less convenient. Maybe you should think about switching?