Pitman Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an anonymous delivery driver pulled up to Pitman Pharmacy and noticed something peculiar: every time he approached the door, it seemed to creak open on its own, as if inviting him inside. Curious, he opened the door just a crack—only to find himself staring into a dimly lit room filled with old bottles and boxes. A friendly voice from behind the counter said, ‘Welcome! What can I get for you tonight?’ The delivery driver jumped so high that his hat flew off and landed in a nearby display of aspirin. ‘Oh, sorry,’ chuckled the pharmacist, picking up the hat. ‘Weird things happen here sometimes.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Pitman Pharmacy’s parking lot and found something unusual in his truck bed—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper. Curious but cautious, he carried it inside, only to discover it contained nothing more than an old, dusty bottle of cough syrup labeled ‘Experimental Formula #9.’ As he read the label curiously, another employee walked by and asked what he was doing. With a straight face, he replied, 'Just checking out Experimental Formula #9.' The other laughed and said, 'That’s just our janitor's secret recipe for staying awake during night shifts!'

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Pitman Pharmacy’s parking lot and found an old-fashioned soda fountain sitting in the back corner of the loading dock. The delivery driver was puzzled but curious, so he approached it cautiously. Turns out, someone had mistakenly left the vintage soda fountain behind during their move. The next morning, after much laughter and explanations, the fountain found its rightful place in the storefront window, attracting customers from miles around for its nostalgic treats.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled into Pitman Pharmacy’s parking lot and found the neon sign flickering ominously. ‘What time is it, anyway?’ he muttered, glancing at his watch—only to realize he had no idea. Finally, he noticed an old clock on the wall reading 3:14 AM. 'Ah,' he thought, 'pi o’clock!' Just then, a friendly voice called from inside: 'Welcome! We’re open twenty-four… oh, sorry.' A sleepy pharmacist waved him in with a smile.