CVS Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to CVS Pharmacy and noticed an ominous sign on the door: ‘Closed for Emergency Stocktaking.’ Curious, he walked in anyway—only to discover shelves stocked with everything but medicine. Inside, he found only snacks, soda, and candy—a bizarre selection indeed. As he reached for a bag of chips, a voice whispered, 'Hey, you missed the best part!' Turning around, he saw an old man smiling from behind the counter. 'Oh,' said the man, 'we run out of meds every Wednesday night.' The delivery driver left, shaking his head and muttering, 'Next time I'll check the calendar first.'

2. At dawn, a delivery driver pulled up to CVS Pharmacy and saw something peculiar: the parking lot was filled with shopping carts, each one neatly parked in alphabetical order. Curious, he walked closer and noticed that every cart had a little note attached: ‘Please return to CVS, alphabetized by last name.’ Turns out, it was just a neighborhood prank by some bored residents who liked keeping things organized.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to CVS Pharmacy and found the parking lot eerily quiet. As he approached the door, he heard a faint voice whispering from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man slowly pushing a shopping cart filled with random items. ‘Excuse me,’ said the driver politely. The man turned around, startled but friendly. ‘Oh, just getting some late-night essentials,’ he replied with a smile. Turns out it was just a neighbor who forgot his keys.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to CVS Pharmacy and found the parking lot eerily empty. As he approached the door, he heard a soft whimpering sound coming from inside. Peering through the window, he saw a small child, wide-eyed and trembling, standing alone among the shelves. The delivery driver cautiously entered the store, asking gently, ‘Are you lost, little one?’ The child pointed towards the pharmacy counter, where an open box of Band-Aids lay on the floor. Turns out, the kid was just picking out stickers for his scrapbook—using Band-Aids! Everyone had a good laugh, and the neighbor who worked there gave the child some candy as thanks for helping herself.’