About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the old part of town, next to Clock Pharmacy, something curious began happening one foggy morning. A delivery driver noticed an oddly familiar package on the pharmacy’s loading dock—an identical box he had delivered just last week. Upon closer inspection, the delivery driver realized that the package was filled with expired cough syrup and outdated bandages. Smiling sheepishly, he remembered that his neighbor often joked about the pharmacy being haunted by time itself. The next day, a regular customer found an extra tube of toothpaste in their bag—obviously from another delivery mix-up. And so, Clock Pharmacy became known not for its ghosts but for its occasional quirky deliveries.
2. In the early morning fog, when most pharmacies were still locked tight, a delivery driver noticed an odd sight outside Clock Pharmacy. A small clock on the wall seemed to chime not just the hour, but also the exact moment when the first customer arrived each day. One morning, a regular came in and asked for his usual prescription. The pharmacist looked up from behind the counter with a smile: 'Good timing—you're exactly five minutes late!' Turns out, the little clock had been keeping track of everyone's habits. Everyone laughed it off, except for one guy who insisted he’d never been there before.
3. In the early hours before dawn, when only the moonlight illuminated the quiet streets, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the pharmacy’s loading bay. A large box, wrapped in plain brown paper, had appeared overnight, seemingly out of thin air. Curious, he opened it and found nothing but an old pocket watch, ticking softly. ‘Must be someone’s lost timepiece,’ he thought, smiling. The next morning, the watch was gone, replaced by a note scribbled on yellowed paper: “Thanks for keeping our Clock Pharmacy running on time.”
4. In the early hours before dawn, when only the moonlight illuminated the quiet streets, a strange scent wafted through the air near Clock Pharmacy. It smelled like freshly brewed coffee mixed with vanilla—a sweet aroma that seemed out of place in the sleepy neighborhood. Curious, an old neighbor peered into the window and saw the pharmacist humming softly as he stirred something in a large pot. ‘What’s cooking?’ asked the neighbor. The pharmacist grinned, replying, “Just a special blend for our midnight customers.” Turning back to his work, he added, “Don’t worry, it won’t keep you up—promise!”