Reasor's

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Reasor’s pharmacy, customers often noticed an old man standing in line with an empty shopping basket. ‘Why does he always come here?’ someone asked aloud one day. It turned out that every time he approached the counter, the pharmacist would whisper something into his ear, causing him to laugh and leave without buying anything. One day, a delivery driver overheard the conversation: 'He just needs to hear your voice,' the pharmacist said. The next week, when the old man came alone, the pharmacist pretended not to recognize him. The old man looked around nervously, then left without even glancing at the shelves—until finally, everyone realized it was just the pharmacist’s way of saying hello.

2. At Reasor’s pharmacy, a delivery driver kept noticing a mysterious box appearing on the loading dock every Tuesday morning—no one else seemed to notice it. One day, the delivery driver decided to open the box out of curiosity. Inside was just an old note that read: ‘Please deliver this mystery package back to me.’ Turned out, a neighbor had been playing a prank, thinking it would be fun to see if anyone noticed. The delivery driver grinned and shook his head, muttering, ‘Next time I’ll know better than to open strange boxes!’

3. At Reasor’s pharmacy, every morning around sunrise, a small dog would appear from nowhere and patiently wait outside the door. Employees tried to coax it inside but it always shook its head and trotted away when they got too close. One day, an old delivery driver mentioned over coffee that he often saw the same friendly cat hanging out there too. Soon enough, employees started bringing treats for both pets, creating quite a commotion in the early hours. The local community even nicknamed them ‘Morning Paws,’ and before long, Reasor’s became known not just for prescriptions, but also for its quirky canine and feline greeters.

4. At Reasor’s pharmacy, late one night, a delivery driver heard a strange humming coming from inside the empty building. Curious, he peered through the window and saw rows of bottles gently swaying, as if dancing to an unseen melody. Suddenly, a voice whispered, ‘Need some aspirin for that curious mind?’ The delivery driver jumped back, but it was only an old pharmacist’s ghost, who added with a twinkle in his eye, ‘We still have plenty left.’ Relieved and amused, the driver left, promising never to disturb the quiet of Reasor’s again—at least not after hours.