H-E-B Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a regular noticed something peculiar in the pharmacy’s shopping cart area—a bottle of hair tonic labeled with an unusual warning: ‘May cause dandruff if used too often.’ Curious, he picked it up and showed it to another regular, who laughed and said, ‘That’s probably why they always run out so fast!’ The next day, everyone was checking the shelves for the mysterious hair tonic, but it had vanished without a trace.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to H-E-B Pharmacy and noticed an eerie glow coming from behind the closed doors. Curious, he peered through the window and saw a shadowy figure humming softly as it sorted bottles on the shelves. The delivery driver quietly opened the door, and the shadow turned out to be just an old pharmacist, Mr. Jenkins, who was humming his favorite country song while organizing his medicine cabinet for the weekend. ‘Thought I heard someone,’ he said with a twinkle in his eye. The driver laughed and left, realizing that sometimes late-night adventures are nothing more than friendly neighbors keeping things tidy.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to H-E-B Pharmacy and noticed an unusual sound coming from behind the building—like someone humming along to old-time country tunes. Curious, he tiptoed around the corner and saw an elderly gentleman watering flowers in the dark. Turns out, it was just a neighborhood pharmacist with a secret passion for country music. The delivery driver left with a newfound respect for both the pharmacist and his late-night gardening routine.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to H-E-B Pharmacy and noticed an unusual commotion near the entrance. A small dog, seemingly lost, kept barking at the pharmacy's neon sign, as if trying to communicate with someone inside. The delivery driver smiled, thinking it was just a curious pup. He opened the door, and the little guy bounded in, still fixated on the glowing sign. Inside, everyone froze—until they saw the pharmacist, who’d been reading his favorite mystery novel while dozing off behind the counter. ‘I thought that dog was lost,’ said a regular, scratching his head. The pharmacist yawned, stretched, and replied, “He’s not lost—he’s just my new co-pilot.”