CENTA

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most pharmacies are quiet and empty, CENTA’s doors opened wide for an unexpected visitor—a neighborhood cat. It would saunter in, sniff around the shelves, then sit patiently by the counter until someone arrived. One morning, a sleepy delivery driver walked in rubbing his eyes. The cat jumped off the counter, stretched, yawned, and trotted out through the open door as if it owned the place. The driver looked around, shrugged, and went up to the counter. ‘Morning,’ he said to no one in particular. A friendly pharmacist smiled back and asked, ‘Would you like some coffee with that prescription?’

2. At dawn, when most pharmacies are quiet and empty, CENTA’s doors opened wide for a curious little boy who ran in, pointing excitedly at the glowing neon sign outside. His mother looked on, puzzled, as he chattered about ‘the talking pill bottles’ inside. Inside, amidst shelves of colorful capsules and vials, a friendly old doctor greeted them with a twinkle in his eye. 'Ah,' he said, tapping a bottle that started softly humming, 'today's special is our new line of mood-regulating candies!' The boy grinned, grabbed a handful, and ran out, leaving his mother shaking her head and muttering something about 'CENTA's latest experiment.'

3. At dawn, when most pharmacies are quiet and empty, CENTA’s doors opened wide for an excited little dog who bounded inside, sniffing curiously at bottles and boxes while its owner sleepily followed behind. Suddenly, a sleepy delivery driver appeared, muttering something about being late. The dog raced over, wagging its tail furiously as it tried to grab a bag of treats from his hands. With a gentle smile, the owner explained that CENTA was open twenty-four hours—even for canine customers with exceptional taste.

4. At dawn, when most pharmacies are quiet and empty, CENTA’s doors opened wide for an unexpected visitor—a delivery driver who swore he saw a shadowy figure stocking shelves. Curious, the delivery driver peeked inside just as a friendly voice called out from the shadows: ‘Need anything else, friend?’ Turns out it was only a neighborhood pharmacist with an early-morning shift and a love for practical jokes.