I.D.A.

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the early morning fog of a typical Saturday in Portland, Oregon, an I.D.A. pharmacist noticed something peculiar on the shelves. A new bottle of pain reliever had mysteriously appeared, its label reading ‘Only One Dose Needed.’ The pharmacist shrugged it off as a prank until another bottle materialized later that day. By evening, neighbors were dropping by for their own doses—each with a note saying, 'Just one pill per person.' The whole town ended up sharing a collective giggle over free medicine, and I.D.A. became known for its quirky generosity. Even now, when someone asks for a refill, they always get a smile and a wink from the friendly pharmacist.

2. In the dimly lit aisles of I.D.A., a delivery driver noticed something peculiar on the shelf: a bottle labeled ‘Liquid Courage’ next to packets of Band-Aids and aspirin. Curiosity got the better of him, and he decided to give it a try before heading home. That night, his usually reserved neighbors found themselves dancing in the streets until dawn. The next morning, everyone woke up with a smile—except for the delivery driver, who had forgotten his own address. He ended up delivering groceries to himself and discovered that I.D.A.’s Liquid Courage was indeed quite effective but left one helluva hangover.

3. In the late afternoon sunshine of a quiet Sunday, a delivery driver pulled up outside I.D.A. Something odd caught his eye—a sign taped to the door read: ‘Today’s Special: Immortality Pills—Just One Dollar Each.’ Curious, he opened the door and found an old pharmacist behind the counter, humming softly to himself. 'Immortality pills?' asked the driver. The pharmacist smiled and replied, 'Ah, yes—they work wonders for forgetfulness!'

4. In the humdrum routine of delivering groceries to I.D.A.'s back door, a delivery driver wondered aloud one day: "Why does everyone here seem so much younger than their IDs say they are?" After pondering for days, the delivery driver finally asked an elderly pharmacist, ‘Excuse me, but why do you keep selling aspirin to kids?’ The old man smiled and replied, ‘Ah, those aren’t kids—those are our regulars who just like feeling young!’