Walgreens

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Walgreens and noticed something strange. The air was filled with an unfamiliar scent—a sweet, almost floral aroma that seemed out of place in the quiet neighborhood. Curious, he walked inside and found the source: a small vial of perfume left on the counter. A regular customer must’ve forgotten it, thought the delivery guy. Smiling, he decided to keep it as a surprise for his wife—who loved such things. As he drove away, he caught a whiff of the fragrance himself and realized why everyone in the neighborhood had been smiling lately.

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Walgreens and muttered under his breath, ‘I’ve seen some odd things in my job, but tonight takes the cake.’ As he approached the door, he heard a voice from inside: 'Hey, delivery guy! We’re closed!' A moment later, an old lady poked her head out and added with a smile, 'But you look like you could use a little something for that late-night run.' The driver shook his head and laughed, realizing it was just another quirky Walgreens story.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Walgreens and sniffed the air curiously. Something sweet and mysterious wafted from the parking lot—like someone had left a giant batch of freshly baked cookies inside. Curious, he opened the door slightly—and found himself staring into a massive jar filled with colorful candies. A nearby sign read ‘Free Samples.’ The delivery driver grinned, thinking it was an elaborate prank by his co-workers. Turns out, it was just Walgreens’ way of making sure everyone had a sweet ending to their day.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Walgreens and wondered aloud if they were hearing things—or was that a ghostly voice whispering ‘Aspirin aisle, second shelf’? Suddenly, from inside came another voice: ‘First aid kit, third drawer!’ The delivery driver jumped back, startled, but then heard a familiar chuckle nearby. It was just an old neighbor, who lived above the store, calling out for his own supplies. They both laughed, realizing it wasn’t a ghost—just good ol’ Mr. Johnson, making late-night trips to Walgreens again.