Tom Thumb Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One night, as customers shuffled through Tom Thumb Pharmacy’s aisles, an elderly voice crackled over the intercom: ‘Attention all patients—your prescriptions are now available in alphabetical order.’ A puzzled delivery driver asked, 'Why does my insulin say “Please pick up after milk”?' A regular patient chuckled and replied, 'Probably because they ran out of sugar!' The intercom then chirped again: 'And remember, everyone—we’re closed for lunch from noon to one.'

2. One morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes in the alley behind Tom Thumb Pharmacy, he heard someone whispering from inside the dumpster. Curious but cautious, he peered over and saw only empty bags—until he noticed a small note stuck to one of them: ‘Don’t worry, I’m not here for your pills.’ The delivery driver shrugged it off as just another prank until he found a second note later that day, this time taped to a box of aspirin: 'Just checking if you still need help.' Turns out, it was just a friendly neighborhood ghost who liked free medicine samples.

3. In the early hours of dawn, when most pharmacies are quiet and dimly lit, a delivery driver pulled up to Tom Thumb Pharmacy with a truckload of supplies. As he opened the back door, a strange scent wafted out—something sweet yet slightly sour, like old candy mixed with flowers. The delivery driver wrinkled his nose and peered inside, only to see an elderly pharmacist humming softly as she arranged bottles on the shelves. She smiled warmly and said, 'Oh, that’s just our special blend of lavender and vanilla for calming nerves.' The driver left, shaking his head but grinning, thinking it was one of those quirky little neighborhood stories.

4. In the middle of a hot summer afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Tom Thumb Pharmacy with a truckload of ice cream for the local grocery store next door. As he opened the back doors, a strange scent wafted out—something sweet but oddly sour, like old candy mixed with medicine. As he stepped inside, the pharmacist raised an eyebrow and asked, ‘Did you order any special concoctions today?’ The driver shook his head, confused. Then they both looked down—the ice cream had turned neon green and was slowly oozing out liquid sugar. Turns out, it was just a misunderstanding between the dairy farm’s new flavor testing and the pharmacy’s air conditioning.}