About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In an ordinary Walgreens pharmacy, a regular customer noticed something peculiar one morning. As he waited for his prescription, his little dog started sniffing and barking at the ceiling tiles above the counter. Suddenly, the pharmacist looked up and exclaimed, ‘Oh no, it’s that pesky raccoon again!’ Turns out, every now and then a clever critter found its way into the ventilation system. The regular laughed, realizing his dog was just doing what dogs do best—being a good watchdog. And so, with a smile and a shake of his head, everyone went on their merry way.
2. In a quiet neighborhood of Chicago, a delivery driver pulled up to the Walgreens one evening. Something unusual caught his ear—a faint humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw an old radio playing softly in the corner. The humming was just static from an ancient transistor left on overnight. With a smile, he turned it off and went back to his truck, shaking his head. ‘Another day,’ he thought, ‘another Walgreens mystery solved.’
3. In a sleepy town in Texas, a delivery driver pulled up to the Walgreens one foggy morning. He popped open the back door and nearly dropped his jaw—an old, dusty ukulele dangled from the handlebars of his bike. The ukulele played a soft, out-of-tune melody as if it had a mind of its own. The delivery driver picked it up curiously, strummed a few notes, and burst into laughter when he recognized an old folk song. From then on, whenever someone needed groceries delivered to Walgreens, they’d get a free impromptu concert too—a regular Friday afternoon tradition for everyone in town.
4. At night, when the Walgreens closed its doors and the streetlights dimmed, a strange voice began whispering over the silent PA system. "Your prescription is ready... for tomorrow." Employees heard it too, but no one else did. One night, a delivery driver heard the voice and thought, ‘That’s odd.’ The next day, he brought in a pie as thanks. Since then, whenever anyone hears the whisper, they leave something sweet behind—chocolate bars, cookies, even homemade brownies. Now, every evening after closing, Walgreens smells like a bakery instead of medicine.