Market Street in-store Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Market Street’s pharmacy and noticed something peculiar on the loading dock—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper with no return address. Curious, he picked it up and brought it inside. As he opened the package, out popped dozens of tiny packets of free samples—vitamins, cough drops, and even some candy. Turned out, someone had accidentally shipped them instead of ordering them. The delivery driver grinned, thinking how nice it was to get an unexpected treat from a neighbor. From then on, whenever anyone needed something extra, they’d just drop off a few boxes at Market Street's pharmacy.

2. One day, an elderly gentleman entered Market Street’s pharmacy and asked the pharmacist to fill his prescription. As he waited, he overheard a strange announcement on the store’s intercom: ‘Attention, neighbors! Your medicine is ready for pickup.’ The pharmacist looked puzzled but shrugged it off. Minutes later, another voice came over: 'And don’t forget your groceries!' A delivery driver appeared with a smile, holding a bag labeled ‘Mr. Jenkins’—obviously meant for someone else. The old man burst out laughing and said, 'Guess I’ll just take these home as a surprise.'

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Market Street’s pharmacy and noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw the pharmacist dancing to some unheard rhythm, mixing medications with precise moves that looked like they were choreographed. As the delivery driver watched, mesmerized, the pharmacist suddenly stopped, smiled, and called out, ‘Next!’ The door swung open, revealing a line of neighborhood pets waiting for their prescriptions. Turns out, it was just another late-night dance party at Market Street’s pharmacy—where even pills get mixed with a little beat.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Market Street’s pharmacy and noticed the neon sign flickering ominously. The usually quiet street seemed eerily empty. As he approached the door, it slowly creaked open, revealing an old man in a lab coat reading a book. ‘Oh,’ he said without looking up, “just leave it here.” The delivery driver grinned and whispered, “Next time, knock first!”