Mediko Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Mediko Pharmacy and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw something peculiar—an old man behind the counter, smiling serenely as he mixed powders in a large mortar and pestle. As the driver approached, the old man turned around with a twinkle in his eye and asked for a packet of aspirin. The driver was so startled that he dropped his clipboard—and when he bent down to pick it up, he found himself reading the same prescription over and over again. Turns out, the old man had been mixing up some home remedies for decades, and everyone in town knew him as ‘Doc Mortar’.

2. Early morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Mediko Pharmacy. The silence was broken by a strange humming sound coming from inside—like someone whistling a happy tune while mixing potions. Curious, the delivery driver peered through the window and saw an old pharmacist dancing around, carefully measuring ingredients for some mysterious elixir. With a smile, he waved, saying, 'Good morning! Just brewing our secret midnight blend!' The driver shook his head, chuckled, and drove off, wondering what kind of unusual customers frequented Mediko Pharmacy.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Mediko Pharmacy. The silence was broken by a tiny voice crying out from inside: ‘Mommy, why is it so dark?’ The delivery driver looked around, startled. In the dim light, he saw an old teddy bear sitting on the counter. He picked it up and called softly, 'Hello? Is anyone here?' A sleepy-eyed pharmacist appeared in the doorway, rubbing his eyes. 'Oh, it's you,' he yawned. 'Just my teddy bear talking again.'

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Mediko Pharmacy. As he stepped out of the car, he heard a faint voice whispering from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old man rearranging bottles, muttering to himself. ‘Excuse me,’ said the driver, ‘are you lost?’ The man turned around with a smile, ‘No, just finding my way home. I live upstairs.’ The delivery driver laughed, realizing it was simply a friendly neighborhood pharmacist who often worked late hours.