H-E-B Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, a regular asked the pharmacist, ‘Do you ever see ghosts here?’ The pharmacist shrugged and said he’d heard strange noises after closing hours. Since then, late-night shoppers whisper they’ve seen shadowy figures in the aisles. Finally, one evening, a delivery driver reported seeing an old lady pushing a shopping cart filled with expired medicines. When the pharmacist investigated, she was just an elderly volunteer stocking shelves—with a H-E-B grocery list under her arm! Ever since then, late-night visitors joke that the ghosts are actually enthusiastic volunteers.

2. A delivery driver pulled up to H-E-B Pharmacy one morning, frowning as he noticed something odd on the ground. He bent down and picked it up—an old-fashioned keychain with a tiny bottle of aspirin inside. Curious, he opened the bottle just enough to peek inside—it was filled with miniature jellybeans! Turns out, someone had accidentally swapped their candy for medicine in the pharmacy’s drop box. A neighbor later confessed that they thought it would be funny to prank the delivery guy. Everyone got a good laugh, and from then on, H-E-B Pharmacy became known for its occasional sweet surprises.

3. A delivery driver pulled up to H-E-B Pharmacy one morning, puzzled as he spotted an old-fashioned jukebox in the parking lot. The delivery driver approached curiously and saw an elderly gentleman dancing enthusiastically next to the jukebox. Turns out, it was just a neighborhood retiree who loved old-time music and used the jukebox as his daily routine. The driver smiled, shook his head, and thought, ‘Now that’s dedication!’

4. A delivery driver pulled up to H-E-B Pharmacy one morning, curious as he watched an old lady slowly wheeling her shopping cart down the street. As she approached the pharmacy’s entrance, she accidentally knocked over a small stack of flyers. Without missing a beat, a friendly pharmacist bent down and picked them up with a smile. ‘Morning, ma’am,’ he said cheerfully. The delivery driver, watching from his truck, shook his head and muttered, ‘That’s why I always park here—nothing ever happens.’