CVS Pharmacy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the CVS Pharmacy closed its doors, customers started noticing something strange. A little boy, no older than five, would appear in front of the store’s window every evening. He’d stand there for minutes, staring intently at the shelves filled with medicine bottles. One night, a delivery driver noticed the boy and asked him where he lived. The boy pointed towards an empty lot across the street. Curious, the driver went over and found an old cardboard box with just one toy car inside. The next morning, someone painted a big sign on the wall opposite the CVS: ‘CVS Pharmacy Presents: Free Toys Every Night!’ Turned out it was the pharmacist’s son, playing his own version of customer service.

2. Late one afternoon, an elderly neighbor was stocking up on vitamins when he noticed something peculiar behind the counter. Curiously peering over, he saw a delivery driver frantically rearranging bottles of aspirin into alphabetical order. ‘Son,’ said the old man with a twinkle, ‘I’ve been coming here for years and never knew you were such a neat freak.’ The young man sheepishly smiled and replied, ‘Well, sir, it’s not just any CVS—it’s my first day!’

3. In the early morning hours, when most pharmacies were dark and quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to the CVS Pharmacy. As he approached the entrance, he heard a familiar voice calling from inside: ‘Hey, waiter! Another cup of coffee, please!’ The delivery driver froze for a moment before realizing that no one was actually there. Just an old TV in the corner playing a rerun of some sitcom. He gave a nervous laugh, shook his head, and walked into the pharmacy, muttering under his breath about how weird it was to hear someone order coffee from a pharmacy at three in the morning. The next day, everyone in the neighborhood joked about the ‘CVS barista’ who only served one customer—a regular named Mr. Coffee.’

4. One day after school, a curious child entered the CVS Pharmacy, drawn by the sound of rustling bags. As they approached the counter, the cashier’s voice echoed eerily through the empty aisles. Turning around, the kid saw only an old tape recorder playing an outdated advertisement for cough drops. The cashier was nowhere in sight. Smiling sheepishly, the child left, realizing that sometimes life is just as funny as those old recorded announcements.