About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Tamps Palms Pharmacy and noticed an eerie whiff of freshly baked cookies wafting from inside. He shrugged it off as he stepped into the dimly lit store, but soon realized that no one seemed to be around. As he looked around, he heard a soft voice whispering behind him. Turning, he saw an old lady smiling warmly from behind the counter. ‘Just helping myself to a little treat,’ she said with a twinkle in her eye. The delivery driver relaxed, realizing it was just Mrs. Jenkins, a regular who loved baking. They chatted amiably for a while, and before leaving, he joked, “Next time I’ll bring the doughnuts!” She laughed heartily, waving goodbye.
2. One autumn afternoon, an elderly gentleman entered Tamps Palms Pharmacy with a peculiar request. As he approached the counter, the pharmacist noticed that every time the man spoke, his voice seemed to come from somewhere else in the store. Finally, the old fellow whispered into the pharmacist’s ear: 'I’d like two boxes of those newfangled cough drops—one for here and one for there.' The entire staff burst out laughing as they realized his voice had been echoing off the pharmacy’s vintage tile floor. Ever since then, whenever someone mentions Tamps Palms Pharmacy, people joke that it’s the only place where you can get medicine ‘here’ or ‘there.’
3. At night, when the streetlights flickered on, a small dog would appear outside Tamps Palms Pharmacy. Every evening, it would sit patiently near the entrance, staring intently at the neon sign above. One night, a delivery driver pulled up and asked the dog if he was lost. The little fellow just wagged his tail and looked longingly at the pharmacy’s closed door. Suddenly, an elderly pharmacist appeared from inside, calling out, ‘He comes every day at sunset, Mr. Johnson!’ Turns out, the dog was just waiting for his daily treat—an extra-special pillbox filled with treats.
4. Late one evening, as the moonlight reflected off the pharmacy's neon sign, a soft humming sound filled the air. It came from nowhere in particular yet everywhere at once—like someone whistling an old tune while browsing the shelves. Finally, an elderly gentleman approached the counter and asked for his usual medicine. The pharmacist smiled and said, 'And what might that be?' With a twinkle in his eye, the man replied, 'Just a little something to help me forget I’m standing here!'