About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver arrived early with a mysterious package marked ‘top secret’. As he approached the counter, an elderly pharmacist peered curiously over his glasses. ‘What’s inside?’ asked the old man, leaning forward eagerly.
‘Can’t tell you that,’ grinned the driver, handing him a clipboard. ‘But it’ll make your customers very happy!’
The pharmacist nodded knowingly and whispered, ‘Just don’t forget to mark my prescription for triple strength headache tablets.’ And they both burst out laughing as the delivery driver drove off into the misty hills of Hillsdale.
2. At dawn, when most pharmacies are still locking their doors, an old man in a tweed jacket entered Bowman’s Hillsdale Pharmacy and asked for a bottle of aspirin that only comes in boxes of twenty-four. The young pharmacist, groggy from sleep, reached for the last box on the top shelf. ‘Sir,’ he said, handing it over, ‘this is our special batch—only available at midnight.’ The old man nodded approvingly as he paid with a crumpled bill. Months later, a delivery driver noticed him sitting on a bench near the pharmacy. ‘You’re always here at dawn,’ she remarked. With a twinkle in his eye, he replied, ‘Just waiting for my morning fix.’
3. One day, a delivery driver arrived early with a large box wrapped in brown paper and secured with twine. Over the intercom, he announced: 'Attention, everyone—we’ve got a new shipment of something called “Happy Pills.” But don’t worry, they’re only for today’s customers!' Suddenly, an elderly lady approached the counter, smiling warmly. ‘I heard you had these Happy Pills,’ she said. The pharmacist nodded and handed her one pill. She popped it into her mouth, then turned back towards the door, humming cheerfully as she left. Later that evening, neighbors gathered around Bowman’s porch, chatting happily over tea and cookies, grateful for the unexpected mood boost.
4. At midnight, when the streets of Hillsdale were quiet and sleepy, a delivery driver arrived with a peculiar crate labeled ‘Experimental Formula.’ As he opened it, a small bottle rolled out, emitting a faint glow. The pharmacist picked it up curiously, only to realize it was filled with his favorite brandy. Turns out, Bowman had mixed up his experimental formula with his own secret recipe for moonlit cocktails.