About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver pulled up to Tom Thumb Pharmacy one morning and noticed something peculiar in the parking lot—a small plastic baggie wrapped neatly around an old newspaper. Curious, he picked it up only to discover inside not money or drugs, but dozens of tiny handwritten notes addressed to ‘Dear Pharmacist.’ The delivery driver chuckled and thought, 'What on earth?' He took the notes inside, curious what these little messages could mean. As he opened the first note, a soft voice from behind said, "Excuse me, are you the pharmacist?" Turned out, it was just a neighbor dropping off her weekly supply of homemade cookies—each note paired with a different flavor!
2. It was an unusually quiet Sunday afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to Tom Thumb Pharmacy. The sun was shining brightly through the pharmacy’s large windows, but inside everything seemed eerily silent. Just as he reached for the door handle, someone from inside called out, ‘Hey, wait! Do you have any Band-Aids?’ Turns out it was just a regular customer who forgot something. The delivery driver laughed and said, “Next time, maybe bring your own list!”
3. A delivery driver pulled up to Tom Thumb Pharmacy late one night. The moon was full, and the streetlights cast eerie shadows on the old sign above the door. As he stepped inside, he heard a soft voice whispering from behind the counter: 'Just what did you expect to find in a place called Tom Thumb?' The delivery driver looked around nervously but saw only an empty counter and a dusty bottle of cough syrup. ‘I’m here for the usual,’ he said, trying to sound confident. A small bell tinkled as someone—or something—stepped out from behind the shelves. It was just the pharmacist’s assistant, a friendly old man named Mr. Jenkins. ‘Oh, it’s you!’ he exclaimed. ‘Welcome to Tom Thumb Pharmacy, where everything is not always what it seems.’
4. A delivery driver pulled up to Tom Thumb Pharmacy early in the morning. The streetlights were dim, and only the soft hum of the pharmacy’s air conditioner broke the silence. As he approached the counter, the pharmacist looked up with a peculiar smile, saying simply, ‘Good morning, Mr. Smith. How may I assist you today?’ ‘Oh,’ he said, glancing down at his prescription. ‘I believe I left my glasses in the car.’ The pharmacist nodded knowingly, reaching under the counter for an old pair of reading glasses. ‘Here you go, Mr. Smith—just don’t forget them next time!’