Fox Drug Store

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the neon sign of Fox Drug Store flickered on, a little boy would stop and stare in wonder. His parents noticed he always pointed towards the window, whispering something about ‘the old man who never sleeps.’ One night, a delivery driver pulled up and asked the boy if he needed help. The kid just nodded, pointing inside. When they looked through the window, an old man was indeed there—counting pencils behind the counter. Turned out, he was just a regular who loved keeping things tidy after hours. The next day, everyone started calling him 'Mr. Pencil Counter,' and the town found another charming legend.

2. Late one afternoon, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes in the alley behind Fox Drug Store, he heard an odd whistling sound coming from inside the building. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw nothing unusual—just the usual bottles and shelves. Yet every time he looked back, the noise grew louder, almost like someone was playing a distant flute. Finally, the delivery guy decided to investigate further. He opened the door slowly, and there, perched on top of a shelf, was a small parrot whispering into its own shell. ‘What the…?’ he exclaimed. The bird looked up, blinked once, and said, “Hey, pal! I’m just practicing my flute for the talent show!”

3. Early morning fog clung to the streets like ghostly fingers, when an old man entered Fox Drug Store with a mysterious package under his arm. The pharmacist raised an eyebrow but said nothing, carefully unwrapping the package. Inside was a small bouquet of flowers and a note scribbled in childish handwriting: 'To Mr. Jenkins—thank you for always being so kind!' Turns out, it was a neighborhood kid who mistook the store for a florist.'

4. Late one afternoon, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes in the alley behind Fox Drug Store, he overheard a regular asking aloud: ‘I wonder if they sell dreams here?’ Curious, the delivery guy peeked inside and saw an old man standing by the counter, twisting his hat nervously. The pharmacist shook his head and said, 'We only dispense what’s on the prescription pad.' The regular shrugged and replied, 'Then I’ll just have to write my own!' And with that, he walked out, whistling a jaunty tune.