Publix

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In an ordinary aisle of Publix, a regular noticed something odd one day. As he pushed his shopping cart past the dairy section, his little granddaughter pointed excitedly and whispered, 'Grandpa, look! The milk bottles are dancing!' The grandfather looked closer, squinting at the rows of milk bottles. Sure enough, they seemed to be swaying ever so slightly—just like in those old-timey silent movies. He chuckled and said, ‘Well, child, maybe it’s just the breeze from that open door over there.’ They both laughed, and as they walked away, the bottles quietly resumed their quiet, unmoving existence.

2. In a quiet corner of Publix’s produce section, a regular noticed something peculiar one morning. Among the neatly arranged apples and oranges sat a lone banana wearing a tiny straw hat. Curious, the shopper asked the nearby cashier if they knew anything about it. With a twinkle in her eye, she replied, ‘Oh, that’s just old Mr. Banana—he always comes here on Thursdays dressed up.’ Later that day, as the story spread through Publix, another employee joked, ‘Maybe he’s waiting for Mrs. Strawberry to show up!’ And so, every Thursday, customers eagerly awaited their friendly neighborhood fruit in fancy dress.

3. At night, when the lights were dimmed and the shelves almost empty, a regular noticed a shadowy figure moving between the frozen foods. It seemed to be reaching for things without any cart or basket. Curious, he followed it down the aisle, only to see an old delivery driver rummaging for leftover pizza boxes. Turns out, Publix had a special deal on pies that night.

4. Late one night, as a delivery driver unloaded boxes in the backroom, he swore he heard soft laughter echoing through the empty aisles. Curious, he followed the sound and found an old shopping cart slowly rolling down an aisle, its wheels clicking softly against the floor. Inside sat a friendly neighborhood cat, watching him with mischief in its eyes. The driver shook his head, smiling, and went back outside—knowing from then on that Publix had its own resident ghost-cart jockey.