Seriously. Think about it. You're not inside the refridgerator when you close the door. You HOPE that the light goes out, but you don't actually know for sure.
That's how people who call about their automatic refill every month must be at home. It doesn't matter how many times you explain it to them, even explaining the word "automatic," they still call every month.
"Yes, I'm calling about my prescription for Attend-doe-laul. It's on automatic refill. I want to make sure it will be refilled."
Yes, Mr. Dim Fart. We have this discussion every month and I've assured you over and over that it will be ready to pick up.
"Ok, I'm just making sure."
I imagine Mr. Dim Fart in his kitchen... peering into his fridge as he slowly closes the door. He wants to see that light go off just before the door is closed, but he can't because it doesn't go out until the door is completely closed. Sure, he could have faith that the light actually goes out, but he's just not sure... so he tries again. And again. And again.
And then when he sees about seven tablets left in his bottle, he calls down to the pharmacy. It doesn't matter that the bottle says "automatic refill scheduled." Oh no, he's going to call and make sure, just like with the fridge light.
I need a vacation.