About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually foggy morning in downtown Chicago when a delivery driver pulled up to N D Chemists. As he stepped out of his truck, he noticed something odd: the sign above the door seemed to be spelling out different words every few seconds. Confused and intrigued, the delivery driver peered inside through the window. Inside, everyone was calmly going about their business as if nothing unusual were happening. A regular customer looked up and smiled, saying, 'Morning, it's just our new sign—we're now N D Chemists and More!' The driver shook his head, chuckled, and thought, ‘Chicago, always full of surprises.’
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver unloaded boxes into N D Chemists, he heard a voice crackling over the intercom. ‘Attention all staff,’ it said, ‘we are experiencing a temporary shortage of aspirin.’ As he looked around, everyone else was already gone for the day. Confused but curious, he followed the sound and found an old man behind the counter, dozing off with his earphones on. The delivery guy chuckled and whispered, 'Sir, I think you’ve been here longer than anyone.' The man woke up with a start, apologized profusely, and explained he’d just been waiting for someone to notice him so he could get some much-deserved rest. Everyone laughed, and from then on, N D Chemists became known for its quirky overnight resident.
3. Late one night, as a delivery driver unlocked the door to N D Chemists, he heard a soft humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man in a lab coat, gently singing along to some long-forgotten tune while mixing potions in the back room. Startled, the delivery driver cleared his throat, but the man didn’t notice until he started clapping rhythmically to the song. With a smile, the chemist turned around and said, ‘Ah, another late-night visitor! I’m just brewing up a special batch for my neighbor’s cat.’
4. Late one night, as a delivery driver unlocked the door to N D Chemists, a voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention all customers—we’re out of everything except happiness.’ The delivery driver looked around puzzled, then walked into the empty pharmacy. On the counter stood an old man in a lab coat, smiling gently. ‘Welcome,’ he said, “I’m Mr. Happiness. Come and take some.” The driver shook his head with a laugh, paid for a bottle labeled simply ‘Joy’, and left just before dawn broke. From that day on, whenever anyone needed something from N D Chemists, they’d hear a soft whisper: “We’ve run out… but don’t worry, we have plenty of happiness!”