Rite Aid

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the moon lit up the parking lot like a silver stage, customers entering Rite Aid noticed something peculiar. A small dog would always appear from behind the shelves, its tail wagging frantically as if it were leading them somewhere. No one knew where it came from or why it only showed up after dark. One evening, an elderly lady approached the counter and asked the pharmacist, ‘Excuse me, does your little guide dog ever take breaks?’ The pharmacist smiled and replied, ‘No ma’am, he’s on duty round-the-clock.’ As she left, she muttered under her breath, ‘Poor thing must be exhausted!’

2. At dawn, when most pharmacies are still asleep, an old man started visiting Rite Aid every morning. He’d quietly walk in, grab a bottle of aspirin and leave without saying a word. One day, a delivery driver noticed him and decided to follow discreetly. Turns out, the old man was buying aspirin for his granddaughter who had forgotten her medicine at home. The whole town laughed when they found out—they even started calling him ‘Aspirin Grandpa.’

3. At closing time, when the last customer had left and the lights were dimming, a delivery driver noticed a mysterious note on the door of Rite Aid. It read: ‘Come back tomorrow for something you’ll never expect.’ The next morning, as he approached the store, the delivery driver saw an old lady waving him in. She smiled warmly and whispered, 'Just bring me my usual—two boxes of aspirin and a bag of jellybeans.' Turns out, it was just another day at Rite Aid.

4. At midnight, when the city slept soundly, a delivery driver noticed something strange outside Rite Aid's loading dock. A shadowy figure kept appearing just before dawn, leaving behind a faint scent of fresh flowers. Curious, he followed one morning and found only a small bouquet of daisies left on the pavement. From then on, whenever there was a quiet moment, people would see an anonymous hand deliver tiny bunches of wildflowers to Rite Aid’s doorstep—always unsigned, always free. The neighborhood began calling it ‘the Flower Delivery Mystery,’ and everyone agreed it made their days a little brighter.