Playa Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver pulled up to Playa Pharmacy one morning and noticed something peculiar in the parking lot—a small plastic dinosaur sitting on the hood of his truck. He shook it off as just another quirky town oddity until he saw more dinosaurs scattered around the neighborhood. Curious, he drove past a few houses and found dinosaurs perched on mailboxes, parked cars, even someone’s front porch. That evening, while unpacking deliveries, he spotted yet another tiny reptile—this time, dancing on top of his own package box. Turns out, Playa Pharmacy was selling them as novelty items for kids. The delivery driver grinned, realizing he’d been part of their marketing gimmick all along.

2. A local jogger stopped by Playa Pharmacy one afternoon for an ice pack. The pharmacist asked him if he always runs so fast that he needs ice immediately after. The runner blushed and explained he was just starting his routine. The pharmacist winked and said, ‘Next time maybe slow down a bit—we’ve got plenty of ice but not enough aspirin!’ Everyone laughed, and from then on, the jogger became a regular at Playa Pharmacy.

3. A neighbor popped into Playa Pharmacy one evening to pick up some band-aids. As she paid, the pharmacist asked if everything was alright—she’d been unusually quiet. ‘Just thinking,’ she replied. But everyone knew her real secret was that she was practicing her best Southern drawl.' The pharmacist smiled knowingly and handed over the band-aids. ‘Just don’t tell anyone,’ she whispered conspiratorially. The neighbor nodded, tucking away her newfound talent for a southern accent like it was any old prescription. Back home, she practiced in front of the mirror until her husband asked if she had met someone from Georgia.’

4. A delivery driver pulled up to Playa Pharmacy one morning and found an old, dusty surfboard leaning against the counter. Nobody claimed it, and every day after that, more mysterious items appeared—an abandoned beach umbrella, a forgotten cooler filled with half-eaten sandwiches. Finally, one evening a neighbor dropped off an ancient boombox blasting classic rock. The pharmacist shrugged and placed everything on shelves labeled ‘Found Stuff.’ Soon enough, customers started asking for ‘the lost items’ as souvenirs. And so Playa Pharmacy became not just a drugstore but a quirky tourist attraction, where everyone knew the delivery guy who brought home the best finds.