About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Kroger’s late-night shift, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every Tuesday around midnight, an old shopping cart would appear in the empty aisle. Curious, he followed it with his headlamp—and found a tiny hand reaching out from inside. As he peered closer, the little hand belonged to a toy dinosaur. Turned out, a regular kid had left it there after playing near the store. The delivery driver chuckled and took the toy home as a surprise for his own kids. From then on, every Tuesday became ‘Toy Dinosaur Night’ at Kroger.
2. At Kroger's early morning hours, an overnight stocker started noticing strange packages appearing on the shelves. Every Thursday at dawn, boxes of mysterious items would mysteriously replace ordinary goods. One Thursday, a delivery driver arrived with boxes labeled ‘Super Secret Sauce.’ The stocker thought it was another prank until he tasted one—turning bright pink and tasting like bubble gum! From then on, every Thursday became ‘Pink Sauce Day,’ and customers lined up for free samples. Even the neighborhood kids knew to stop by Kroger before heading home.
3. At Kroger, where groceries meet gossip, one regular exclaimed, ‘Did you see that? The same old lady keeps buying exactly twelve cans of green beans every Thursday!’ Then a delivery driver overheard and quipped, ‘She must be planning some massive canned-bean dinner party!’ Soon enough, everyone started placing bets on how many guests she’d invite. But when asked, the old lady just smiled and said, “Twelve’s my lucky number.” And so, at Kroger, the weekly bean ritual continued, complete with friendly speculation and good-natured banter.
4. At Kroger, in the produce section, a young cashier overheard two old ladies whispering. Every Wednesday afternoon, they would gather near the apples and exchange mysterious glances before leaving with identical bags. Curious, she followed them one week and saw that every Wednesday these ladies picked exactly three green apples each—never more, never less—and placed them carefully into their baskets. When asked what it meant, an elderly neighbor whispered, ‘Oh honey, those are their lucky apples for the weekend.’ The cashier smiled, realizing some secrets are best left untold.