About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. A delivery driver pulled up to Katterman's one morning, unloading boxes as usual. But when he opened the back door, something odd caught his eye—a small, dusty bottle labeled ‘Liquid Luck’ nestled among the supplies. He picked it up curiously and shook it—nothing happened. Just then, an old lady hobbled in, asking for aspirin. The delivery guy grinned and whispered, ‘Here’s your liquid luck!’ She took a sip, rubbed her eyes, and exclaimed, ‘Oh my, that’s some powerful stuff! Where do I sign up?’ Everyone burst out laughing.
2. A delivery driver pulled up to Katterman’s one morning, unloading boxes as usual. But when he opened the first crate, an old man nearby exclaimed, ‘Goodness gracious! What on earth is that?’ Inside the crate lay a gigantic jar of jellybeans, so big it looked like a miniature tree trunk. The delivery driver scratched his head and said, 'I guess Mr. Katterman finally decided to try selling candy.' A neighbor chuckled, shaking his head, while another muttered, 'Well, at least now we know why they always run out of Band-Aids!'
3. A delivery driver pulled up to Katterman’s one morning, unloading boxes as usual. But when he bent down to tie his shoe, he noticed something peculiar—a small plastic dinosaur had fallen from one of the crates and rolled right under the pharmacy counter. The delivery driver froze for a moment, then reached under the counter and retrieved the little dinosaur. He looked around, but no one seemed to notice. With a smile, he placed it on the counter next to an old photo of Katterman’s grandkids. Later that day, a regular customer found the dinosaur and asked if it belonged to anyone. ‘Nope,’ said the pharmacist, ‘but I guess it’s our new mascot now.’
4. A delivery driver pulled up to Katterman’s one morning, unloading boxes as usual. But when he opened the first crate, out popped a live goldfish, swimming right towards the pharmacy counter. The delivery driver looked around in surprise, then shrugged and followed the fish. It swam past shelves of cough syrups and Band-Aids, finally stopping near an old aquarium filled with sea shells. A regular customer, noticing the commotion, said, ‘Hey, isn’t that Fred? He always comes here every Tuesday.’ The fish turned around and lazily swam back into its box.