AHF Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At AHF Pharmacy, every morning begins with a puzzled look from Mr. Jenkins' dog. As soon as he enters, the old pooch starts sniffing the air and tilting its head, clearly perplexed by something only it can smell. After a moment of confusion, Mr. Jenkins casually whispers into his dog’s ear, and the animal immediately stops sniffing, wags its tail once, and trots off towards the counter. Later that day, an anonymous neighbor drops off a fresh batch of cookies for ‘the best pharmacist in town,’ unaware that they’re intended as compensation for the daily canine mystery.

2. At AHF Pharmacy, customers often notice an unusual sight before closing hours: 'Excuse me,' says a concerned voice, 'but why is that bottle dancing on its own?' It turns out the bottle was just a prank by a delivery driver who liked to mess with people’s minds. As he walked away, laughing softly, everyone in line burst into laughter too—except for one elderly gentleman who insisted on reporting it as a potential security risk. The next day, however, everyone returned to joke about how ‘AHF Pharmacy’ had become famous for its ‘dancing bottles.’

3. At AHF Pharmacy, every night after closing, a small cat appears on the counter, patiently waiting for someone to notice it. One night, a delivery driver arrived late and saw the little cat. Thinking it was lost, he picked up the cat and brought her home. The next morning, everyone in the neighborhood gathered around the pharmacy counter—except the cat. Turns out she had run off with his hat.

4. At AHF Pharmacy, every afternoon around three o’clock, a faint humming sound can be heard coming from the stockroom. Employees shrug it off as nothing, but customers swear it's the ghost of Mr. Jenkins, the former owner, practicing his favorite tune on an old harmonica. One day, a new delivery driver arrived and insisted on investigating the noise. After a few minutes in the stockroom, he emerged with a big smile, announcing proudly that he’d found the source—a small radio playing classical music. Since then, whenever anyone asks about the humming, everyone just smiles and says, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Jenkins keeping us company.’