Bowthorpe Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. A delivery driver arrived one morning with an unusual package: a small wooden box wrapped in brown paper. As he placed it on the counter, everyone noticed a strange scent—a mix of old books and something sweet. No one knew what it was until the pharmacist opened it, revealing its contents: dozens of tiny jars filled with colorful powders. The pharmacist sniffed curiously and asked, ‘What on earth is this?’ A neighbor chimed in, saying it must be some new herbal remedy from India. Soon, everyone crowded around, marveling at the colors and smells. The pharmacist finally decided to taste one powder—just a little bit—and promptly started dancing around the store, humming an unfamiliar tune. It turned out to be a batch of mislabeled candies meant for kids' parties.

2. One day, while filling prescriptions as usual, the pharmacist heard an odd announcement over the intercom: ‘Attention all customers and staff—your hair is officially on sale today! All natural remedies half off.’ The pharmacist scratched his head, then shrugged it off. Minutes later, a delivery driver asked curiously if he could buy some shampoo for half price. The pharmacist smiled and replied, 'Sorry, mate, but our hair's not actually for sale.' A few minutes passed before a regular customer walked in, complaining about dandruff. The pharmacist laughed and said, 'Welcome to Bowthorpe Pharmacy—where your hair might be on sale, but we'll always have something for you!'

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up outside Bowthorpe Pharmacy. The air was heavy with the scent of old books and medicine—until suddenly, a strange humming sound filled the night. The delivery driver looked around nervously but saw no one. Curious, he ventured inside only to discover an ancient pharmacist dozing behind the counter, his spectacles askew and mouth slightly ajar. Startled awake by the commotion, the old man exclaimed, 'What in tarnation are you doing here at this hour?' The driver replied sheepishly, ‘I’m sorry sir, I thought it was open.’ With a twinkle in his eye, the pharmacist said, “Next time knock three times on the door—it’s our little midnight greeting.'

4. A delivery driver stopped by late afternoon, carrying something heavy under his arm. As he approached the pharmacy door, a regular glanced curiously from behind the counter. ‘What’s that you’ve got there?’ asked the regular, nodding towards the package. The delivery driver grinned sheepishly and replied, ‘Just some special order for Mr. Johnson next door.’ They both laughed as they heard a familiar voice calling out from outside: “Hey, Bowthorpe! My medicine finally arrived!”’