Tom Thumb

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Tom Thumb supermarket, a regular noticed something strange one morning: every time he passed the dairy aisle, an unseen voice would announce over the PA, ‘Watch your head!’ Soon enough, everyone in the store started hearing it too—except for the manager, who insisted there was no such thing as ghosts or PA systems going haywire. Finally, a delivery driver suggested they hide behind a cart and listen. Sure enough, when someone approached the dairy section, a disembodied voice warned again: 'Watch your head!' The whole place erupted in laughter, realizing it was just a loose microphone hanging from the ceiling.

2. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, a delivery driver pulled up to Tom Thumb and noticed something peculiar. The parking lot was filled with shopping carts, arranged in perfect rows, as if someone had been organizing them all night. Curious, he approached one cart and found it stocked with fresh produce—bananas, apples, even some exotic mangoes. As he looked around, he saw a note taped to the nearest shelf: ‘Tom Thumb thanks you for your patience! We’ve restocked overnight.’ Turns out, a neighbor had taken it upon himself to keep the store fully stocked after hours.

3. At Tom Thumb supermarket, an elderly gentleman was checking out one evening. ‘I’ll take two loaves of bread,’ he said to the cashier. But when he turned around, there were suddenly three loaves in his basket. He paid for two and left happily. The next day, a delivery driver noticed the extra loaf still on the shelf. He joked, 'Must be Tom Thumb's secret recipe!' Turned out, it wasn’t a glitch—it was just the store’s way of making sure no one went hungry.

4. At midnight, when only rats and ghosts should be roaming, a delivery truck pulled up to Tom Thumb supermarket. The doors opened, and out stepped a figure in a white apron who started restocking shelves with items that were never ordered. As he placed the last box on the shelf, an old lady walked by and asked, ‘Honey, do you have any fresh eggs?’ Startled, our ghostly stocker replied, ‘Certainly ma’am, just take these!’ He pointed to a pile of empty cartons. She nodded gratefully and left, muttering something about good deals. In the morning, no one could explain how the shelves mysteriously refilled themselves—or why there was now a persistent egg smell throughout the store.