About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At dawn, when Smith’s grocery store usually buzzed with early birds, an old man in a tweed jacket pushed his shopping cart down the aisles. But instead of milk and bread, he carried something unusual—a large wooden crate marked ‘Antique Finds’. Rumor had it that every week, he’d disappear into the backroom with the night manager, whispering secrets no one dared ask about. One day, while rummaging through the crate, the old man found an ancient vase. Excitedly, he showed it to the night manager who exclaimed, 'This is worth more than our entire stock!' They decided to sell it online under a fake name, but accidentally listed it as 'Found in Smith’s Supermarket—Free Shipping'. Soon, a delivery driver arrived with a giant check, asking if they’d like to expand their antique section. The old man just smiled and replied, 'We already have everything we need.'
2. In the late afternoon, when Smith’s supermarket was almost empty, a small dog wandered into the produce section. It sniffed at the apples curiously, then suddenly started barking at something invisible to everyone else. All eyes turned towards the sound, but no one saw anything unusual. The dog continued barking excitedly until an old lady, pushing her shopping cart slowly, asked gently, 'Honey, are you trying to tell us that those bananas are out of order?'
3. In the wee hours of morning, when Smith’s Supermarket was deserted but for one lone night stocker, someone whispered from behind the dairy aisle: ‘Did you hear? The milk here tastes like cookies.’ The stocker turned around, expecting to see a prankster, but found only empty shelves. Then, out of nowhere, a delivery driver chuckled and said, 'Probably just some experimental cookie dough in the backroom.' Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another Smith’s urban legend.
4. At midnight, when Smith’s supermarket stood quiet and dark, a delivery driver noticed something strange in the dairy aisle. As he peered closer, he saw an old carton of milk, smiling back at him with mischievous eyes. Startled, he laughed it off, thinking it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. But as he walked away, he heard a faint voice whispering, ‘Gotta love those midnight milk smiles!’