About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an ordinary morning in the sleepy town of Willow Creek when a delivery driver noticed something peculiar outside Rite Aid. The sun was just rising over the mountains, casting long shadows across the parking lot. As he unloaded boxes, he swore he saw a shadowy figure darting between the shelves inside—only it wasn’t moving like anyone he’d ever seen. Curious, the delivery driver peered through the window and thought he saw a blurry shape behind the counter. Deciding not to take any chances, he quickly called his friend, a regular customer who happened to be passing by. Together they peeked inside—and there stood an elderly pharmacist, still as a statue, holding a prescription bottle aloft. Turns out, he had dozed off while waiting for the morning rush.
2. It was just another day at the Rite Aid pharmacy counter when a regular asked, ‘Why does the same old lady always bring her own shopping cart?’ The pharmacist shrugged and replied, ‘She’s our resident cart wrangler—keeps them organized so everyone can easily grab one.’ The regular laughed, shaking his head in amusement as he said, “Next time I’ll bring my own cart too!” And from that day on, the old lady continued her quirky routine, making life easier for everyone at Rite Aid.
3. One foggy night, a delivery driver pulled up to Rite Aid and asked the pharmacist, ‘Do you know what time it is?’ The pharmacist replied, ‘No, but my watch says it’s closing time!’ The pharmacist shrugged and said, 'Well, if your watch says so, then I guess it must be!' Just as he was locking up, an old lady walked in asking for aspirin. She smiled and quipped, 'Guess you're not leaving just yet after all.' And they both laughed, making Rite Aid's foggy-night legend even more memorable.
4. In the small town of Maplewood, every Wednesday afternoon saw a familiar face at the Rite Aid checkout counter. A local retiree named Mr. Jenkins would always buy the same items: a box of cereal, some milk, and a pack of chewing gum. But one week, he added something unusual—a bag of marshmallows. The cashier, Ms. Thompson, raised an eyebrow but said nothing. From then on, every Wednesday, Mr. Jenkins bought his usual groceries plus that mysterious bag of marshmallows. Months passed until one day, a young delivery driver asked curiously, 'Ms. Thompson, why does Mr. Jenkins always get those?' She smiled mysteriously, replying, ‘He’s making s’mores for everyone in town!’