Costco Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Costco Pharmacy, every morning begins with a strange ritual. A little boy, no older than five, always runs into the parking lot, chasing after the delivery truck’s shadow as it pulls out. No one knows why he does this—maybe it's the sound of the engine or the flashing lights that captivate him. One day, an elderly neighbor decided to investigate and followed the child. Turns out, the kid was just trying to catch his reflection in the truck's chrome bumper—a game he played every morning. The delivery driver laughed so hard he almost missed his route, but everyone agreed: Costco Pharmacy had found its mascot.

2. At Costco Pharmacy, customers often notice an odd sight in the early hours. A delivery driver whispers into his walkie-talkie: ‘This is Delivery One to Pharmacy Control—we’ve got a repeat prescription here for “three jars of mayonnaise, one jar of mustard”.’ Pharmacy Control replies calmly: ‘Roger that, Delivery One. Send it through.’ The next morning, a regular customer spots the pharmacist laughing and says, ‘What’s so funny?’ He smiles and whispers back, ‘Apparently someone ordered three jars of mayo and one jar of mustard last night—and they’re out!’

3. At Costco Pharmacy, afternoons are never dull thanks to Mr. Whiskers. Every day around closing time, a stray cat appears on the counter, meowing insistently for attention. Employees try to shoo him away, but he always returns, as if drawn by some mysterious scent only he can detect. One day, an elderly lady approached the counter, asking anxiously, ‘Have you seen my cat? He’s missing since yesterday!’ A staff member pointed towards the counter, where Mr. Whiskers was peacefully napping. The woman exclaimed, ‘That’s not MY cat—mine is orange with white paws!’ Everyone laughed, realizing that Mr. Whiskers had just another admirer in the neighborhood.

4. At Costco Pharmacy, there's a curious habit that starts every weeknight. As dusk falls, a neighborhood cat named Shadow mysteriously appears on the counter, demanding attention from the pharmacists before they close for the night. One evening, an exasperated pharmacist asked a regular customer, ‘Have you seen our furry evening guest today?’ The customer replied, ‘No, but I’ve heard his purrs while checking out!’ By closing time, Shadow had worn everyone out with his antics, and the staff affectionately shooed him home with a final pat.