H-E-B Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. It was an unusually quiet morning in front of H-E-B Pharmacy when a delivery driver noticed something strange. The parking lot was empty except for one old car, its headlights on even though dawn had just broken. Curious, he walked closer and saw through the window that an elderly gentleman was mixing herbs in a big pot. ‘What are you doing here so early?’ asked the driver. The man smiled and replied, ‘Making my own special remedy for when customers come in with colds.’ Turned out it was just an enthusiastic pharmacist who loved gardening.

2. A sign above the entrance read, ‘Please leave your worries outside.’ But one day, after hours of waiting for his prescription, a regular noticed something odd—his worries had indeed left, but they were now lined up neatly behind him. Finally, angrily turning around, he saw a long queue of tiny little worries, each holding a clipboard and whispering sweet nothings into the pharmacist’s ear. The regular laughed, realizing that maybe it was time to pick up some patience too—and promptly forgot what he’d been so worked up about.

3. A little girl walked into the H-E-B Pharmacy with her mother’s hand firmly grasped. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks and pointed excitedly towards the ceiling. Above the counter, a small neon sign blinked on and off, spelling out words nobody else could see. The pharmacist looked up quizzically but shrugged it off as just another oddity from the neighborhood. Suddenly, an old delivery driver passing by leaned over and whispered, ‘That’s just the neon sign for “Open”‘. Everyone laughed, realizing how easily they’d been fooled. From then on, whenever someone saw strange messages above the counter, everyone knew it was just the friendly neighborhood pharmacy being its usual mysterious self.

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to H-E-B Pharmacy, he heard an eerie humming coming from inside the empty parking lot. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a ghostly figure behind the counter—an old pharmacist counting pills with unearthly precision. Startled, the driver honked, causing the spirit to jump and spill a pile of aspirin onto the floor. With a sigh, it muttered, ‘Next time, knock first!’