Specialty Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, an anonymous delivery driver pulled up outside Specialty Pharmacy and noticed something peculiar. The air was filled with an unusual scent—a sweet, almost floral aroma that seemed out of place in the quiet neighborhood. Curious, he approached the door, only to find it unlocked. Inside, the pharmacy was dimly lit, but the smell grew stronger—like someone had left a box of freshly baked cookies in the corner. Turns out, a neighbor had accidentally left a batch of homemade perfume samples on the counter. The delivery driver walked away whistling, thinking, ‘Next time I’ll deliver flowers instead.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Specialty Pharmacy and heard a strange humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw a silhouette moving behind the counter—someone who seemed to be talking to themselves in perfect harmony. As he watched, the figure reached for a bottle of pills and started singing even louder, ‘Cause I’m a pill-poppin’ pharmacist!’ The delivery driver burst out laughing, realizing it was just an overly enthusiastic employee. Turns out, that’s how they celebrated slow days at Specialty Pharmacy.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Specialty Pharmacy and said aloud, ‘I wonder if they deliver after hours?’ Just then, an elderly pharmacist appeared in the dimly lit window, waving his cane and shouting, 'We close at eight, sonny!' The delivery driver sheepishly smiled and replied, 'But it's only seven-thirty!' To which the pharmacist yelled back, 'Well, honey, that's when WE say so!' And with that, he disappeared from view, leaving our hero to ponder the mysteries of late-night pharmacy hours.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Specialty Pharmacy and saw something odd—a small dog peeking curiously through the window, its nose pressed against the glass. The delivery driver smiled and gently knocked on the door. A sleepy pharmacist appeared, scratching his head. ‘Oh, hello,’ he yawned. The little dog bounded inside, wagging its tail furiously. Turns out, it was just visiting its owner—another late-night pharmacy patron.’