Wheeler's

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A regular was browsing through old bottles one afternoon when he noticed something strange: every time he picked up an antique jar, it seemed to whisper his name. Curious, he asked aloud who was speaking. Suddenly, a tiny voice replied from behind the counter: ‘It’s me, Mr. Wheeler—your friendly neighborhood pharmacist!’ Turning around, our regular found himself facing only empty shelves and a smiling sign that read: “Closed for Lunch.”

2. A little girl walked into Wheeler’s pharmacy with her mother, pointing excitedly at a bottle on the shelf. ‘Mommy,’ she whispered, ‘why does that medicine make funny noises when I touch it?’ The pharmacist smiled and leaned down to whisper back, ‘That’s because it’s full of tiny marbles, sweetie.’ The little girl giggled and turned to her mom, saying proudly, ‘Now I know why Daddy always makes those funny sounds when he takes his medicine!’

3. At dawn, an early morning jogger stumbled upon Wheeler’s pharmacy, its neon sign glowing eerily in the pre-dawn light. Curious, she peered inside and found the shelves rearranged—each bottle now labeled with a cryptic note: ‘Take once daily for good luck.’ Inside, a regular customer asked puzzledly, ‘Didn’t you used to sell aspirin here?’ The pharmacist smiled mysteriously, replying, ‘Now it’s fortune pills!’ That day, Wheeler’s became famous for dispensing more smiles than prescriptions.

4. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to Wheeler’s pharmacy, puzzled by the flickering neon sign. The clock on the wall read exactly 12:00 AM, but the door stood ajar and a faint voice seemed to echo from within. Curious, he peered inside and saw an old man behind the counter, humming softly as he mixed some powders in a glass vial. ‘Oh, hello there,’ said the man without turning around. ‘Just making sure everything’s ready for tomorrow.’ The delivery driver laughed nervously, relieved it wasn’t anything sinister after all. As he left, Wheeler waved goodbye with a smile, muttering something about needing more sleep before opening hours.’