About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early morning fog of New Orleans' French Quarter, a delivery driver pulled up to Anita Red, MD. The pharmacy's neon sign flickered eerily in the mist, casting strange shadows on the street. As he approached the counter, the pharmacist calmly asked, 'What brings you here so early?' The delivery driver sheepishly replied, ‘I’m out of insulin for my cat.’ The pharmacist raised an eyebrow and said, ‘Next time, maybe try the vet?’ With that, they both laughed, and the driver left, muttering something about how cats are always more expensive than kids.’
2. In the eerie quiet of midnight in Boston’s Beacon Hill, a delivery driver pulled up outside Anita Red, MD’s office. The neon sign flickered ominously, and an unfamiliar scent wafted from the open door—something between lavender and old books. Curious, he peered inside and saw only empty shelves and dusty bottles. A voice called out from the back room: ‘Delivery here, Anita!’ A sleepy-eyed woman emerged, rubbing her eyes. ‘Oh, it’s you,’ she yawned. ‘I thought someone was trying to break in.’ The delivery driver laughed sheepishly. ‘Next time, knock first?’
3. In the dimly lit hallway of Anita Red, MD, a delivery driver paused to adjust his load. Suddenly, he heard an urgent whisper from behind the closed door: ‘Be careful with that… it’s not just any prescription.’ Curious, the driver cracked open the door slightly and saw only shadows. A voice whispered again: 'And don’t forget to shake it well!' With a nervous laugh, he left the package on the counter and rushed off, never learning what was in those mysterious prescriptions.
4. In the dimly lit hallway of Anita Red, MD, a delivery driver paused to check his map when he heard an urgent voice over the intercom: ‘Next patient is… Mr. Johnson? No, wait—Mr. Smith! Quickly!’ The delivery driver looked around nervously and pressed the button again, only to hear another voice: 'Mrs. Brown, your prescription is here!' He quickly grabbed his package and ran down the hall, nearly tripping over a sleeping cat. Turns out, Anita Red, MD was just a small pharmacy with a mischievous receptionist who loved practical jokes.