Verdugo Hills Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Verdugo Hills Pharmacy with an unusual package. As he unloaded it, an old man in a tweed coat approached and asked curiously, 'What’s that supposed to be?' The delivery driver shrugged. ‘Just some old bottles,’ he said nonchalantly. The old man peered inside, chuckled softly, and nodded knowingly. ‘Aha, those are for our secret moonshine recipe!’ he whispered conspiratorially. They both laughed heartily as the sun peeked through the fog, revealing a sign above the pharmacy door: “Open since 1947—For Your Health…and Other Needs.”

2. On a particularly humid afternoon, a delivery driver pulled up to Verdugo Hills Pharmacy with an unusual package. The pharmacist eyed it curiously as he unwrapped something that looked like a large, misshapen marshmallow. Curious, the pharmacist popped it in his mouth—only to realize moments later that everyone around him was frozen solid. Turns out, it was just a big, sticky bubble gum from a prankster neighbor. Everyone laughed, and business returned to normal.

3. On a chilly night, a delivery driver pulled up to Verdugo Hills Pharmacy and noticed an unusual announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention all customers—your prescriptions are now available in reverse alphabetical order.’ The delivery driver scratched his head, puzzled, but shrugged it off as just another quirky thing about LA pharmacies. As he approached the counter, an elderly gentleman asked for his prescription of ‘Aspirin.’ The cashier reached behind him and handed out a bottle labeled ‘Piroxicam.’ Confused, the old man replied, ‘That’s not my medicine!’ To which the cashier smiled sweetly and said, ‘Oh no sir, that’s your next door neighbor’s Viagra.’ Everyone burst into laughter, including the delivery guy who realized this was why locals loved Verdugo Hills Pharmacy so much.

4. On a quiet Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Verdugo Hills Pharmacy. The air was thick with the scent of freshly brewed coffee, but something else caught his attention—a soft, rhythmic tapping coming from inside. He peered through the window and saw an old pharmacist humming along as he counted out pills into tiny bottles. Suddenly, the tapping stopped, and the pharmacist turned around, holding a bottle labeled ‘Insomnia No More’. With a twinkle in his eye, he winked at the delivery guy and said, “It’s our secret ingredient.”