Harris Teeter Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, when most pharmacies are quieting down for the day, Harris Teeter Pharmacy in downtown Atlanta became an unlikely hangout spot. A local delivery driver noticed that every Wednesday, a regular would arrive just after sunset with a bag of groceries and a curious smile. One evening, the delivery driver saw the regular approaching with a bag of oranges and a mischievous glint in his eye. As they chatted, it turned out he was simply testing the night shift’s patience—every Wednesday, he’d bring them fresh fruit as a prank. The pharmacy staff now eagerly awaited his visits, knowing full well they were part of his weekly routine.

2. At dusk, when most pharmacies are quieting down for the day, Harris Teeter Pharmacy suddenly started filling with the scent of fresh-baked cookies. A regular noticed it first and asked the pharmacist if they were baking their own treats. The pharmacist shook his head and smiled. ‘No, sir,’ he said. ‘We just got a new shipment of cookies from our bakery.’ A delivery driver overheard and chimed in, ‘Must be someone’s lucky day!’ As night fell, the cookie aroma became so strong that even the neighborhood cats stopped by for a sniff.

3. At dusk, when most pharmacies are quieting down for the day, Harris Teeter Pharmacy suddenly started playing old-time jazz from an unseen source. A regular noticed it first and whispered to another customer, ‘Did you hear that? It sounds like someone’s left an old gramophone on shuffle.’ Soon enough, other customers joined in, humming along to the melody. Before long, a delivery driver popped his head inside and asked, 'Is anyone else hearing this?' The manager shrugged and said, 'I’ve never heard anything like it.' That night, Harris Teeter became known not just for its medicine but also for its weekly old-time jazz jam session.

4. At dusk, when most pharmacies are quieting down for the day, Harris Teeter Pharmacy in downtown Atlanta became famous for its nightly visits from a mysterious delivery driver who always arrived exactly at sunset. One evening, as the pharmacist was about to lock up, he heard a familiar knock on the door. To his surprise, it was just another neighborhood delivery driver with a box of donuts—apparently, someone had mistaken him for the mysterious visitor and decided to welcome him with desserts. Ever since then, every sunset brought not only packages but also fresh pastries and friendly chats.