Fry's Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Fry’s Pharmacy, every morning around 8 AM, an elderly gentleman named Mr. Jenkins would enter the store with his trusty shopping bag. One day, a new sign appeared above the counter: ‘Today’s Special: Eternal Youth Pills – Just $9.99!’ The pharmacist ignored it, but ever since then, Mr. Jenkins started buying two bottles each visit. Soon enough, word spread that Mr. Jenkins had gained twenty years in just weeks. But one day, while checking out, he accidentally knocked over a bottle of eye drops and exclaimed, ‘Oh no, I’m turning back into myself again!’ Turns out, the pills were actually for his neighbor’s dog. Moral of the story? Never assume what those old-timey labels mean.’

2. At Fry’s Pharmacy, every afternoon after closing, a mysterious package arrives wrapped in brown paper and sealed with twine. No one knows who delivers it or why it appears only when everyone has gone home. Inside, an old-fashioned cash register plays the same tinkling tune each day as the package is unwrapped. Inside always lies a single item—a box of chocolates for the night shift pharmacist, signed simply, ‘A grateful patient.’ It turns out that once upon a midnight dreary, a regular customer had left a note asking for something sweet to brighten their evening.

3. At Fry’s Pharmacy, every Tuesday night at exactly 9 PM, a neighborhood cat begins its dramatic performance on the roof above the dispensary window. One evening, a delivery driver noticed the cat and thought it was just another act. He leaned out the window to wave, accidentally knocking over a box of band-aids. The next morning, everyone in town saw a sign taped to the door: ‘Closed for emergency restocking.’ A neighbor later whispered that the real drama happened when the pharmacist tried to herd the cat with a prescription bottle—comedy ensued.

4. At Fry’s Pharmacy, every Wednesday morning at precisely 10 AM, a delivery driver leaves a box filled with strange-smelling herbs and roots, whispering something nobody can quite hear. One old neighbor always stops by after his morning coffee, asking if anything unusual happened today. The pharmacist just smiles knowingly and shakes his head, muttering something about ‘just another Wednesday.’