Normandy Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, an elderly gentleman approached the counter with a puzzled look on his face. ‘I asked for my usual,’ he said, ‘but the pharmacist handed me something different.’ Over the next few days, more customers began reporting similar incidents—each receiving their own prescription, but not quite theirs. Finally, after much confusion and a few wrong prescriptions later, it turned out that the new intern had been mixing up the labels due to a prank from a delivery driver who swapped them as a joke. The old gentleman ended up with a packet of aspirin instead of his heart medication, while his neighbor received vitamins meant for a diabetic patient. Everyone had a good laugh over coffee in the local café, thankful only for small mistakes.

2. In the early hours of one quiet morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Normandy Pharmacy's loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, he noticed something odd—a small, dusty jar labeled ‘Elixir of Youth.’ Curious, he placed it in his truck without thinking twice. Back at home, the driver opened the jar curiously and took a sniff—nothing happened. Then, he decided to try it himself. Suddenly, his reflection in the mirror started dancing like Michael Jackson on speed! His wife walked in and asked, 'What did you do?' He replied, 'Just an experiment.' She laughed and said, 'Next time, maybe test it on someone else!'

3. In the middle of a routine day, a delivery driver pulled up to Normandy Pharmacy and noticed something peculiar in the backseat of his truck—a small brown envelope addressed simply to ‘Pharmacist.’ Curious, he brought it inside. The pharmacist opened the envelope curiously, only to find a note scribbled on a torn piece of paper: 'Dear Pharmacist, please dispense one packet of patience and two tablets of understanding for my neighbor.' Below was an old smiley face with glasses drawn on it. The pharmacist laughed, shook his head, and wrote a prescription for some good humor.

4. A young pharmacist was closing for the night when she heard a familiar voice from behind the counter. ‘Excuse me,’ said a concerned neighbor, pointing at the nearly empty bottle of cough syrup. ‘Didn’t you just restock that?’ The young pharmacist smiled sheepishly and checked the inventory. 'Oh no,' she muttered, realizing it was her own mistake. 'I must have forgotten to put the new stock away.' She quickly refilled the shelf and called out, 'Everything's fine, Mr. Johnson!' The neighbor laughed good-naturedly and shook his head, muttering something about young people these days.