About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, while an old lady was filling her prescription, she heard a small voice whispering behind her. Turning around, she saw nothing but noticed her little grandson staring wide-eyed at the shelves of cough syrups. "Grandma," he said softly, pointing, 'why does that bottle look like it's smiling back at me?' The grandmother squatted down and whispered, ‘Oh, my dear, it’s just the label on the bottle—like a little face printed there.’ The boy nodded thoughtfully, then giggled as he picked up another bottle curiously. ‘Look, Grandma!’ he exclaimed, pointing at a different one with big round eyes. She smiled and replied, “That’s just how they make them, sweetheart.” They both laughed, lost in their own private world of medicine bottles and hidden faces.
2. A regular customer asked the pharmacist one day: ‘Do you ever get tired of people asking for aspirin?’ The pharmacist smiled and replied, ‘No, but I do wonder sometimes why they never ask for paracetamol.’ Then a delivery driver walked in and asked for some band-aids. The pharmacist raised an eyebrow and said, ‘You must be new around here—we call them plasters.’ Everyone burst out laughing, including the delivery driver who sheepishly replied, ‘Oh yeah, that’s right!’
3. One afternoon, as Beeches Pharmacy prepared for closing, a delivery driver left a mysterious package on the counter. The label read: ‘Open Me Last.’ Curious, the pharmacist opened it last—only to discover an old photo of the shop from the 1980s and a note saying, ‘Remember when we used to close at 6pm?’ Everyone laughed, realizing they’d been opening too late.
4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Beeches Pharmacy. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he swore he heard faint whispers coming from inside the empty store. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old lady behind the counter, counting pills with meticulous care. She turned around, smiled warmly, and said, ‘Don’t mind us, love—we’re just here for the quiet nights.’ The delivery driver left, shaking his head but laughing softly, realizing that sometimes even pharmacies have their own little routines.