Walgreens

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to Walgreens with a heavy heart and a nearly empty gas tank. As he unlocked the door, something unusual caught his eye—a shadowy figure standing in front of the pharmacy counter. The shadowy figure turned out to be just an old lady, counting her pills with meticulous care. She smiled warmly as she asked for help from our delivery driver. It was then that he noticed the neon sign above reading ‘Open 24/7’—he’d thought it said ‘Open 24/6.’ A regular at Walgreens later joked, ‘Guess you can sleep when you’re dead… or when they close!’

2. In the early morning hours, a sleepy pharmacist unlocked Walgreens to start his shift. As he straightened shelves, he noticed something odd in the stockroom—a small box wrapped in brown paper, labeled only ‘To Mr. Smith.’ Curious but cautious, he placed it back on the shelf and forgot about it until later that day. Later, while restocking prescriptions, he found another identical package addressed to someone else. Smiling, he thought maybe it was an elaborate prank. That evening, after closing, he discovered dozens of similar packages—all with mysterious labels like 'For Mrs. Johnson' or 'From Your Neighbor.' Turns out, a delivery driver had accidentally left a batch of birthday gifts meant for the community center.}

3. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to Walgreens and muttered under his breath, ‘If I see one more neon sign that says “Open 24 Hours,” I’m gonna scream.’ Just then, a neon sign flickered on above him, blinking in red letters: ‘Delivery Now Served.’ The driver jumped back in surprise, nearly dropping his package. Turning around, he saw an old man waving from behind the counter with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Welcome to our secret service,’ chuckled the neighbor. The driver shook his head and smiled, realizing sometimes even pharmacies have their own brand of midnight entertainment.

4. In the wee hours of dawn, a sleepy pharmacist unlocked Walgreens for another monotonous night. Suddenly, a tiny voice piped up from behind the counter: 'Excuse me, sir? Do you have any candies?' The pharmacist smiled and reached under the counter, pulling out a small packet of mints. ‘Just for you,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. The little voice giggled softly, and then everything went quiet again—except for the sound of a distant alarm clock. Turning around, the pharmacist found himself alone, but with a warm feeling that maybe, just maybe, Walgreens had another secret customer after all.