Longo's

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Longo's supermarket, every Wednesday around sunset, an old lady would push her shopping cart down the aisles, humming softly to herself. One day, a little boy noticed that whenever she passed the dairy section, her cart seemed to slow down, and he watched in amazement as milk bottles arranged themselves into a perfect circle. Curious, the boy followed her one week later. As she approached the cheese counter, he saw something even stranger—cheese wheels rolling towards each other like tiny cars on a racetrack. Just then, an older gentleman passing by chuckled and said, ‘She’s just making sure everything is properly stocked.’ The boy grinned, realizing that maybe Longo's wasn’t so ordinary after all.

2. At Longo's supermarket, one night after closing, a delivery driver noticed something strange in the empty aisles—an old shopping cart seemed to be moving on its own. Curious, he followed it down an aisle filled with canned goods. Just as he reached for his flashlight, the cart stopped abruptly and turned around, revealing an embarrassed-looking neighbor pushing groceries home late. The delivery driver laughed, thinking, ‘Guess I’ll just take that as my sign to head out too.’

3. At Longo's supermarket, late one Sunday morning, a delivery driver found himself staring at a shelf that seemed to rearrange itself while he wasn't looking. Confused and amused, the delivery driver looked around for someone who might have done it on a lark. A nearby neighbor, pushing her shopping cart, casually replied, ‘Oh, that’s just old Mr. Longo playing his pranks again.’ The driver shook his head, smiling, as he thought, ‘Next time I’ll know not to leave the shelves unsupervised!’

4. At Longo's supermarket, on rainy days, customers often wonder if they see the same man pushing a shopping cart filled with umbrellas. Some say he’s a delivery driver testing new products, others claim he’s just a regular trying to stay dry while doing his weekly shop. But no one can agree—until one day, an old neighbor spots him and yells across the aisle: ‘Hey, isn’t that your dad? Why does he always buy so many umbrellas?’