About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in Smith’s grocery store parking lot—a shopping cart filled with cans of beans arranged in the shape of an owl. No one claimed responsibility, and ever since then, every few weeks another strange sighting has been reported. Finally, one day, a regular customer found a shopping cart full of ketchup bottles forming the likeness of a giant tomato. When asked who did it, everyone pointed towards the produce section, muttering, 'Probably that pesky beetroot.'
2. Late one night, as a delivery driver pulled up to Smith’s supermarket, he heard an odd humming noise coming from inside the loading bay. Curious, he peered through the window and saw rows of cans dancing gently on their shelves—an eerie yet amusing sight. As he watched, the cans formed a perfect line, then suddenly stopped. Startled, the driver knocked over a crate of bananas behind him. A nearby can rolled towards him, wobbled slightly, and said, ‘Watch where you’re going!’ Everyone burst out laughing—even the bananas seemed amused. From that day on, locals told each other that Smith’s had its own secret nighttime DJ.’
3. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, a delivery driver arrived at Smith’s to find an unusual sight: someone had left a bicycle locked to the front gate. Curious, he unlocked it and found a note: ‘Forgot my keys again.’ Turned out, a regular had accidentally locked himself out after his morning jog. The driver grinned, thinking how many times that could happen in any supermarket.
4. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, a delivery driver arrived at Smith’s to stock shelves. He paused midway through, staring wide-eyed at an old man pushing a shopping cart filled with nothing but jars of mustard. ‘Sir,’ he asked, ‘do you have any idea how much that must cost?’ The man smiled and replied, ‘Just enough.’ The delivery driver shook his head, smiling. Just then, another customer approached the old man, asking curiously, ‘Excuse me, sir—are you always here at dawn?’ With a twinkle in his eye, the old man answered, ‘Only on Wednesdays, my good fellow.’ And they both laughed, leaving the delivery driver scratching his head—and wondering if maybe he’d missed something special.