Delight Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Delight Pharmacy, every morning begins with a strange ritual. As soon as the doors open, a little terrier mix named Max dashes inside, barking excitedly and racing towards the counter. The pharmacist, Mr. Jenkins, always smiles and reaches under the counter for something—a small bag of treats that only appear right before Max arrives. One day, an elderly gentleman came in asking for aspirin. While mixing his prescription, Mr. Jenkins glanced outside and called out, ‘Max, come on boy!’ A moment later, a tiny pill bottle fell from Max’s mouth—filled with dog treats instead of medicine. Everyone burst into laughter, including Mr. Jenkins who shook his head and said, ‘Guess he thought it was treat time again.’

2. At Delight Pharmacy, every afternoon around three o’clock, an old sign above the counter starts flickering on and off for no apparent reason. Employees try to ignore it, but customers can’t help noticing. One day, a regular asks the pharmacist: ‘Isn’t that light supposed to be broken?’ The pharmacist shrugs and says, 'Nope, it's always done that.' Just then, a delivery driver walks in and comments, 'Hey, I’ve seen that before too!' The whole place bursts into laughter when another customer yells, 'Wait—does anyone else hear that old lady singing “Happy Birthday” from upstairs?'

3. At Delight Pharmacy, on foggy mornings, customers swear they can hear soft laughter coming from behind the counter. One day, a delivery driver arrived with a mischievous smile, claiming he heard the laughter was actually his package talking. The pharmacist just shook her head and smiled, replying, 'It’s probably just our new shipment of happy pills.'

4. At Delight Pharmacy, after midnight when everyone else is asleep, a delivery driver hears faint footsteps echoing through empty aisles. Curious, he follows them and discovers an old man quietly restocking shelves. Turns out, it's just Mr. Jenkins, a neighborhood retiree who volunteers there once a week. The delivery driver smiles, thinking, 'Now that’s what I call delightful service!'