Frank Baur

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, as a regular pushed his shopping cart out of Frank Baur’s pharmacy, he asked aloud: ‘Do you think they keep expired medicine in the basement?’ That very night, a delivery driver arrived with a puzzled look on his face. ‘I saw a light coming from under the basement door,’ he whispered. The next morning, the pharmacist found an old jar of jam instead of expired pills—an unexpected but delightful discovery.

2. One morning, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath as he parked his truck near Frank Baur's pharmacy. ‘Why does it always rain when I’m late?’ Just then, an old man hobbled out of the pharmacy, muttering something about 'another overpriced aspirin.' The delivery driver grinned and shook his head, replying softly, 'At least it's not snake oil today!'

3. In the early hours, when Frank Baur's pharmacy was quiet as ever, a faint humming sound wafted through the streets. It grew louder with each passing minute, like an old record player set to the wrong speed. Finally, the noise stopped abruptly, leaving only silence. A sleepy voice from inside called out: 'Did someone forget to turn off the radio?' Turning around, everyone saw that it had been just another late-night prank by a delivery driver who loved old records.

4. In the wee hours, when Frank Baur’s pharmacy was deserted, a neighbor knocked on the door with a puzzled expression. ‘What time do you guys close?’ ‘We’re never closed,’ whispered Frank, motioning for them to come inside. The neighbor peered into the dimly lit room filled with mysterious bottles and boxes. Suddenly, an alarm went off—just another late-night test, explained Frank with a smile. The relieved neighbor left, muttering something about pharmacists being strange but always helpful.