About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Walgreens on Main Street, a regular customer complained loudly one morning: ‘Why does it take forever for you to ring up my prescription?’ The pharmacist shrugged and replied, ‘It’s not us—it’s the old cash register that takes its sweet time.’ Since then, customers swear they can hear an ancient voice counting out change every time someone pays. One day, a delivery driver arrived with a huge box. He asked jokingly, 'Is this the new cash register?' The pharmacist shook his head and said, ‘No, that’s just our latest shipment of candy machines.’
2. In an ordinary afternoon at the Walgreens in downtown Chicago, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, a faint whiff of freshly baked cookies filled the air, despite there being no bakery nearby. Curious, the driver looked around and saw nothing out of place—until he glanced up at the ceiling. There, nestled between shelves, was a tiny door leading to what appeared to be a secret cookie factory run by a gruff but friendly elf named Mr. Sprinkles. After that day, whenever someone needed comforting, they’d just pop into Walgreens for a free cookie—and everyone lived happily ever after.
3. At Walgreens in the old neighborhood, a neighbor muttered under her breath as she waited in line: 'I swear, every time I come here, they run out of Band-Aids!' Finally, an elderly delivery driver approached the counter and asked for some Tylenol. The pharmacist shook his head with a smile: ‘Sorry, sir, we’re completely out.’ The old man shrugged and said, ‘No worries, sonny—next time I’ll just bring my own!’
4. At Walgreens near the university campus, a student whispered to a friend: 'Did you hear they found a dinosaur skeleton in the basement?' His friend shook his head and laughed: ‘Probably just another box of expired aspirin.’ They both walked away, leaving behind only the faint echoes of their laughter—and maybe a few bones of an old coffee table buried deep beneath.