Fred Meyer Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver noticed something peculiar one day while unloading boxes in Fred Meyer’s parking lot. Among the usual bottles and packages lay an old, dusty bottle of perfume, its label long faded. He picked it up curiously, wondering whose it could be. Upon spraying a tiny whiff into the air, everyone within earshot stopped what they were doing—even the usually grumpy old janitor started humming. Turned out, that ancient scent was Fred Meyer’s secret recipe for keeping customers happy. Since then, every new shipment includes a free sample for anyone who asks.

2. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a delivery driver arrived at Fred Meyer’s pharmacy. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd—a small, wrapped package had been left behind on the loading dock. Curious, he opened it and found… a bag of ice? Turns out, someone thought they were ordering frozen medication! A regular from down the street explained with a laugh that he must’ve mixed up his order online. The delivery driver shook his head, smiling, as he drove off into the dawn—another funny story for Fred Meyer’s pharmacy legend collection.

3. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Fred Meyer’s, stepping out into the quiet night. As he opened the back door, a strange humming sound filled the air, growing louder with each step inside. Suddenly, an old bottle of aspirin rolled off the shelf and hit him on the head. Startled, he looked around, only to see jars of cough syrup dancing down the aisles. A deep voice echoed through the pharmacy: ‘Welcome to our late-night party!’ Turning red, the delivery driver realized it was just his colleague, a regular from next door, playing a prank. The two laughed it off, and soon the place was humming with good humor instead of medicine.

4. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Fred Meyer’s, stepping out into the quiet parking lot. ‘What on earth is that noise?’ he whispered, hearing a faint humming coming from inside. As he approached the door, he heard it creak open softly. Inside, rows of bottles swayed gently in the dark, like ghostly dancers. Startled, he reached for his flashlight and switched it on—only to see a smiling old pharmacist waving cheerfully. ‘Welcome!’ said the man. ‘We’re just testing our new nighttime lighting system.’ The delivery driver exhaled with relief, realizing it was all part of Fred Meyer’s quirky sense of humor.