Eastchem Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most pharmacies were still locked tight, an Eastchem employee noticed something odd: a delivery driver kept arriving with boxes of old-fashioned lollipops. Curious, he asked what they were for, and the driver just smiled, saying it was a surprise for the neighborhood kids. Soon enough, every morning, colorful lollipops appeared outside the pharmacy door, waiting for children passing by. It became a local tradition—Eastchem’s sweet secret until one day, a neighbor joked that maybe the owner had a soft spot for candy after all.

2. Late one night, as the moon lit up the quiet streets of Brooklyn, a delivery driver pulled up outside Eastchem Pharmacy. The usual hum of the city had given way to an eerie silence, broken only by a strange, rhythmic tapping sound coming from inside. As he approached the door, the tapping grew louder—turning out to be a small dog patiently waiting for his owner. The delivery driver smiled and scratched the pup’s head, realizing it was just another Brooklyn night, full of surprises and friendly faces.

3. Late one night, as the moonlight illuminated the empty street, a delivery driver pulled into Eastchem Pharmacy's loading dock. Curious packages had been stacked there for weeks—none with labels or addresses. When he picked up one box, its contents shifted like they were alive. Suddenly, a voice whispered from inside: ‘Hey, pal! Don’t you recognize my packaging?’ The driver looked around and saw an old man leaning on a cane, smiling warmly. Turns out, it was just Mr. Jenkins, a regular customer who’d ordered his special herbal remedy. They both laughed, and the boxes stopped moving. Moral of the story? Sometimes, what seems mysterious is just your friendly neighborhood pharmacist!’

4. At midnight, when even the city’s shadows seemed asleep, a delivery driver pulled up to Eastchem Pharmacy with a mysterious package. The clerk eyed it curiously but said nothing, knowing better than to ask questions after hours. The clerk took out an ancient key from his pocket and unlocked a hidden compartment behind the counter. Inside lay a small bottle of glittering liquid. With a wink, he poured some into the package and sealed it again. ‘Just another night at Eastchem,’ he muttered, as the delivery driver drove off, humming a tune. Next morning, everyone in town had rainbow-colored hair.’