About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the pharmacy’s loading bay—a mysterious box wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. No label, no note—just an ordinary-looking package among crates of medicine. The delivery driver picked up the box curiously and took it inside. Later that day, while stocking shelves, one of the pharmacists asked a regular customer if they’d seen anything unusual. The customer replied, ‘Nope, just another quiet Evansville morning.’ Turns out, it was a lost package from a local bakery meant for the pharmacy manager's birthday.
2. At dawn, when most pharmacies are quiet, an early bird customer arrived with a puzzling request—could they please fill their prescription for ‘morning dew’? The night shift pharmacist raised an eyebrow but agreed to help. An hour later, after some creative mixing and matching, they presented a bottle labeled ‘morning dew.’ The customer smiled, paid, and left. Months passed before anyone realized that every morning, just as the sun rose, a fresh batch of ‘morning dew’ mysteriously appeared in the pharmacy’s dispensary—paid for anonymously and delivered by someone who simply signed themselves, ‘A Regular.’
3. At midnight, when even the night owls had long gone home, a delivery driver pulled up to Evansville Hometown Pharmacy. Something strange caught his eye—a small neon sign that read ‘Open All Night,’ but no lights were on inside. Curious, he walked around back and found an old man watering flowers near the dumpster. ‘Sir, you’re open?’ asked the driver. The man looked up with twinkling eyes, ‘Just checking if everything’s okay before closing.’ Turns out, it was a retired pharmacist who’d forgotten to switch off the sign after his late-night gardening routine.
4. At dusk, as customers were leaving Evansville Hometown Pharmacy, one regular overheard an odd announcement on the store’s intercom: ‘Attention, please return your flying squirrels to aisle seven.’ Curious, he approached the intercom and asked what it meant. The pharmacist replied with a straight face, 'Oh, those are for our new line of dietary supplements.' A delivery driver chimed in from behind, 'And don’t forget to pick up your flying-squirrel repellent next time!'