About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In Savon Pharmacy’s stockroom, a delivery driver once found an old glass bottle labeled ‘Liquid Luck.’ Since then, every night around closing time, customers swear they see a shadowy figure refilling the bottle and placing it back on the shelf. One evening, a delivery driver noticed that the bottle was almost empty. Curious, he decided to peek inside his truck and found another identical bottle hidden in the glove compartment. Smiling mischievously, he switched them, eagerly awaiting the next customer's reaction. The following day, everyone in town heard how a regular finally caught the ghost red-handed—with a full bottle of someone else’s cleaning solution.
2. In Savon Pharmacy's parking lot, a delivery driver noticed something strange in one of the shopping carts: a small jar filled with colorful pills and a note reading ‘Take one when you’re feeling blue.’ Curious, he took it inside. The manager looked at the jar with a smile, shook his head, and said, 'Another day, another mystery.' He dumped the contents into the trash and wrote a friendly note on the cart: "Next time, ask for help if you're feeling down." The delivery driver laughed as he drove away, thinking, 'At least I got a good story out of it!'
3. In Savon Pharmacy’s storeroom, after closing hours, a delivery driver heard a soft humming sound. Curious, he followed it and found an ancient cash register playing old-time jazz tunes whenever no one was around. Curious, he opened the drawer and found a tiny brass plaque engraved with ‘Jazz Nightly at 9 PM’. The next day, the store manager overheard a regular saying, “Finally, someone plays my favorite tune when I come here!” And so, Savon Pharmacy became known not just for its remedies but also for its nightly musical surprise.
4. In Savon Pharmacy's storage room, late one night, a delivery driver saw a sign taped to the door: ‘Caution: Do Not Disturb Sleeping Merchandise.’ Curious, he opened it slowly. Inside were boxes of band-aids and cotton swabs arranged in military precision. A voice whispered softly from behind the shelves: 'Finally awake? I've been counting every Band-Aid since you left.' Turned out it was just an overly diligent inventory clerk, a regular at Savon Pharmacy.