Lincolnshire Co-op Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, while a delivery driver was unloading boxes in the backroom of Lincolnshire Co-op Pharmacy, he swore he heard someone humming an old folk song. The sound grew louder and clearer as if coming from inside one of the medicine bottles. Curious, he opened a bottle at random—only for a tiny bluebird to fly out and perch on his shoulder, chirping merrily. Startled, the driver dropped the box, scattering packets of aspirin everywhere. A minute later, everything went quiet again, and when the bird vanished, so did the fog. From then on, whenever anyone asked about the strange sounds, the pharmacist would wink and say, ‘Oh, that’s just our little singing pillbox.’

2. One day, an elderly gentleman entered Lincolnshire Co-op Pharmacy and asked the pharmacist, ‘Do you have any cure for forgetfulness?’ The pharmacist replied, ‘We’ve got everything here except that.’ The pharmacist thought for a moment and then suggested, ‘Try our new memory-enhancing tea blend.’ The old man bought it with a smile, saying he’d give it a try. A week later, he returned and exclaimed, ‘It works wonders! Now I remember why I came here today!’

3. One afternoon, as a delivery driver was stocking shelves with new medicine bottles, he noticed something peculiar. The labels on some vials seemed to change right before his eyes—one moment they were labeled correctly for heartburn relief, but seconds later read ‘Instant Energy Shot’. Confused and intrigued, the driver quickly checked another bottle. This time it said 'Sleep Aid' one second, then transformed into 'Weight Loss Pill'. He burst out laughing, thinking maybe someone had pranked him. But when he looked around, everyone else in the store was completely serious. Turns out, an elderly neighbor had accidentally swapped the labels while cleaning up after work.

4. In the early hours one morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside Lincolnshire Co-op Pharmacy. As he stepped out of his truck, he heard a voice from inside: 'Delivery, please!' The driver looked around suspiciously but saw no one. He shrugged and walked in with his delivery. Inside, an old man in a bathrobe emerged from behind the counter, grinning broadly. ‘I’ve been waiting for you,’ he said. The pharmacist turned out to be a local historian who enjoyed practical jokes on slow nights.