About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Kroger Pharmacy, every morning around 8 AM, an elderly gentleman named ‘Mr. Smith’ would appear with his shopping bag. One day, a new sign appeared above the counter: 'Welcome Mr. Smith—your prescription is ready!' No one knew why or how it happened. Then one day, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Who’s Mr. Smith anyway?’ The pharmacist smiled and whispered, ‘No idea, but he pays cash every time.’ The mystery continued until finally, on Mr. Smith’s hundredth visit, the sign changed again: ‘Mr. Smith—we’re out of your prescription!’ Everyone laughed, and from then on, they just called him ‘Cash Only’.
2. At Kroger Pharmacy, every afternoon after closing, a neighborhood cat would sneak into the empty aisles and start chasing its reflection in the medicine bottles. One day, a delivery driver noticed the cat and decided to bring it some treats. Soon enough, word spread around town that Kroger Pharmacy had adopted a friendly feline. Every evening, neighbors gathered outside to watch the little furball playing with its shadow, while customers inside chuckled knowing their daily dose of cuteness was just waiting for them when they came back home.
3. At Kroger Pharmacy, every night before closing, a delivery driver whispers, 'Don't forget to lock up—there's a ghost in aisle seven!' One evening, an old neighbor stops by and asks curiously, ‘Have you heard about the ghost?’ The pharmacist shrugs, smiles, and says, “Oh yeah, he’s been here longer than some of our customers.” And so, every night, as the last customer leaves, everyone whispers back, ‘Lock up, ghost is in aisle seven!’
4. At Kroger Pharmacy, every day at exactly noon, a mysterious package arrives anonymously. Inside is always a different snack for the staff—sometimes chips, sometimes cookies, but never the same thing twice. One day, an excited delivery driver arrived with a large box labeled ‘Special Treat.’ Inside was a giant jar of pickles—everyone loved them except for one night-shift pharmacist who had a severe allergy. The next morning, everyone brought their own snacks and shared a pickle-free party. It turned out that a friendly neighbor had been organizing these little surprises all along.