H-E-B Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, as a delivery driver unloaded boxes in the dimly lit hallway of H-E-B Pharmacy, he heard an odd voice over the intercom: ‘Please return your flying purple pill bottles to customer service.’ Curious, the driver found an old lady standing nearby with a box full of mismatched pill bottles, each one a different shade of purple. She smiled and said, 'I collect them for my garden—those flowers love the color!' Everyone laughed, including the pharmacist who shrugged and replied, 'Welcome to Texas, where everything's bigger, even our purple pills.'

2. In the early morning hours, a sleep-deprived pharmacist was restocking shelves when he noticed something peculiar—a small, handwritten sign taped to a bottle of aspirin read ‘Take one for good luck.’ Curious, our pharmacist took it and soon felt an unexpected surge of energy. Later that day, while filling prescriptions, he realized every fifth pill had been marked with a tiny smiley face. Word spread quickly among customers who started asking for 'the lucky pills.' Eventually, a delivery driver joked, 'Next time you run out, just print some more!'

3. One day, while stocking shelves late at night, a pharmacist heard a voice whispering from behind the counter. "Are you sure there's no such thing as magic pills?" Curious, he looked around but saw nothing. Soon enough, every time he turned his back, he'd hear whispers about ‘miracle remedies.’ One morning, there was an extra bottle of cough syrup on the shelf—labeled ‘guaranteed cure for everything!’ The pharmacist laughed it off until a regular customer asked if it worked. Turns out, it tasted awful and made everyone who tried it sing like opera stars. Moral of the story? Sometimes, magic is just good marketing.

4. In the dead of night, when most pharmacies were silent, an H-E-B Pharmacy employee heard soft footsteps echoing through the empty aisles. Curious but cautious, they followed the sound until it led them into the refrigerated section—where a small, smiling ghostly figure was carefully arranging expired medications. Curiously, the ghost nodded and pointed to a nearby shelf. ‘These are all expired,’ it said in a gentle voice. The employee smiled and replied, 'No worries, we'll just restock them properly.' As they worked together, other employees began arriving for their shifts, finding the entire team—human and spectral—busily organizing medicine with surprising efficiency.