CVS Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At midnight, a delivery driver parked outside CVS Pharmacy and noticed an ominous sign on the door: ‘Closed for Emergency Stocktaking.’ Curious, he entered only to discover shelves stocked with everything but medicine—an entire supermarket had mysteriously appeared within. As he explored further, he found rows of groceries, fresh produce, even bakery goods—and not a single pill in sight. Confused and hungry, he helped himself to some snacks. Later that night, his neighbors knocked on his door asking why their usual pharmacy smelled like pizza instead of medicine. The delivery driver never did figure out what happened inside CVS—that is, until he realized his own stomach was doing the mysterious stocktaking.

2. A concerned neighbor stopped by CVS Pharmacy one morning and asked the pharmacist: ‘Do you keep those emergency kits stocked with chocolate?’ The pharmacist smiled and replied, ‘Of course not! Those are for emergencies only.’ The neighbor nodded thoughtfully before adding, ‘Well, maybe we should add some chocolate then!’ And so, from that day on, a small stash of chocolates was kept discreetly in the back, just in case.

3. In the early hours of the morning, a delivery driver pulled up outside CVS Pharmacy. As he stepped out of his truck, he saw something peculiar in the parking lot—a shopping cart filled with nothing but bottles of aspirin. Curious, he approached and noticed that each bottle had a handwritten note saying ‘For your health—CVS Pharmacy’. Turning around, he saw an elderly neighbor waving from her car, laughing and explaining it was time for their annual prank.

4. In the dead of night, a delivery driver pulled up outside CVS Pharmacy and noticed something peculiar. The neon sign flickered eerily, casting strange shadows on the empty street. As he approached the door, it slowly opened inward with a creak, revealing an old man in a lab coat who asked, ‘Delivery for Mr. Johnson?’ The delivery driver nodded, thinking it odd that no one else was around. Turns out, Mr. Johnson was just a friendly neighborhood pharmacist who lived above the store—and had been doing so since before most people were born.’