CVS Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to CVS Pharmacy and asked the cashier, 'Did you see that guy in the parking lot?' The cashier replied, 'No, what happened?' And ever since then, everyone started noticing an old man who seemed to appear out of thin air every night. Finally, someone approached the old man one evening and asked, ‘Sir, do you work here?’ He smiled and said, ‘Nope, just come for my daily vitamin D from the streetlights.’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another friendly neighborhood prankster.

2. A neighborhood kid was walking home from school when he noticed something strange in front of the CVS Pharmacy. There, on the pavement, lay an old, dusty bicycle helmet, its strap tangled like a forgotten memory. Curious, he bent down to pick it up and noticed a small note stuck inside: ‘Free for the taking—just ask anyone wearing red.’ A few minutes later, a delivery driver in a bright-red shirt walked by, and before you knew it, the kid had traded his lucky find for a free pack of chewing gum. The moral? Sometimes life hands out unexpected rewards if you just look around.’

3. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled into CVS Pharmacy's parking lot. Suddenly, the air filled with the eerie sound of someone humming 'Happy Birthday'—over and over again. Curious, the driver approached the source of the noise only to realize it was coming from a neighboring car. Inside sat a sleepy neighbor singing along to their phone’s alarm, completely oblivious. The delivery driver burst out laughing, realizing that sometimes life imitates bad horror movies—and then went on his way, humming ‘Happy Birthday’ himself as a good-natured prank.

4. Late one night, as the streets of New York City fell silent, a delivery driver pulled into CVS Pharmacy’s dimly lit parking lot. Something unusual caught his eye—a small, glowing figure standing motionless near the entrance. Curious, he got out and approached the figure. It was just an old man, holding a forgotten shopping bag. ‘I thought I saw something,’ stammered the driver, embarrassed. The neighbor smiled, shook his head, and said, “Probably just my reflection in those big glass doors.” He waved goodbye, and both went on their way—one back to sleepy Manhattan, the other to deliver more medicine to anonymous New Yorkers.