Shoppers Drug Mart

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In an ordinary aisle of Shoppers Drug Mart, a little girl pointed excitedly and whispered, ‘Mommy, look! It’s moving!’ Everyone turned to see the shelves shifting ever so slightly as if something unseen were rearranging them. A nearby delivery driver chuckled and said, 'Probably just the wind playing tricks on us.' But then everyone noticed that the price tags were also swaying gently. A neighbor leaned over and whispered, 'Maybe it's time for our shopping trip to end—looks like everything's going on sale!' And with that, they all laughed and left, leaving behind only a few curious items still waving their prices in the breeze.

2. In the early hours of a Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Shoppers Drug Mart. As he unloaded boxes from his truck, he noticed something odd—a faint humming sound coming from inside the pharmacy. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old cash register softly glowing, playing some strange tune. Turns out, it was just an ancient calculator left on for good luck by a regular. The delivery driver laughed it off, shook his head, and went home—never realizing that the humming had become part of the neighborhood’s charm.

3. In the middle of a weekday afternoon, a young boy entered the pharmacy and asked the clerk with wide eyes, ‘Is it true that if you buy three packets of Band-Aids, you get one free coupon for ice cream?’ The pharmacist smiled knowingly. 'Only in our dreams,' she replied. The boy nodded thoughtfully, then turned around and walked out, muttering something about checking back later. A few minutes later, an embarrassed delivery driver approached the counter, holding three boxes of Band-Aids and sheepishly asking if there was indeed such a deal on ice cream coupons.

4. In the late evening rush, a pharmacist glanced up from his counter as a customer exclaimed, 'I just saw a ghost in the aisles!' The pharmacist looked around suspiciously but saw only empty shelves and blinking neon lights. ‘Sir,’ he said with a smile, ‘maybe you’re seeing things because it’s almost closing time? Try some eye drops.’ The customer nodded, rubbed his eyes, and walked away humming. Later that night, a delivery driver passing by whispered, “That place gives me the creeps after dark.” His neighbor shrugged, ‘You get used to it—like those talking bottles of aspirin.’