No Frills

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while stocking shelves at No Frills, a delivery driver noticed something odd in an empty shopping cart. A small plastic baggie contained what appeared to be fresh strawberries—perfectly shaped and uniformly red—but when he picked one up, it felt too light for fruit. Curious, he popped the berry into his mouth—it tasted like nothing at all. Just then, another employee walked by and asked if he needed help. ‘Nah,’ he grinned sheepishly, ‘just trying these new strawberries.’ Turns out they were store samples meant for display, not sale. Moral of the story? Always check the expiration date—and don’t eat mystery berries!’

2. One foggy morning, while stocking shelves at No Frills, a delivery driver heard an unusual sound coming from the freezer section. Curious, he approached the noisy area and found a frozen peanut butter sandwich slowly sliding down the aisle. Turns out, it was stuck on a faulty conveyor belt. The driver laughed, thinking, ‘Now that’s one hungry sandwich!’

3. One night, while stocking shelves at No Frills, a delivery driver caught a whiff of something peculiar—like freshly baked cookies on steroids. Curious, he followed his nose through the aisles and found nothing but empty shelves. Finally, he tracked down an old lady in the bakery section who confessed she’d been sneaking extra-sweet treats for her grandkids. The store was filled with laughter that day as everyone shared stories about their own secret bakeries at home.

4. One afternoon, while stocking shelves at No Frills, a delivery driver found himself staring at a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. Curious, he opened it to discover a note reading: ‘Happy Holidays from your friendly neighborhood shopper!’ Inside was a bag of stale cookies and an old newspaper clipping about local events. The delivery driver smiled, realizing someone had left him a little Christmas surprise. From that day on, whenever anyone saw him around town, they’d wave and say, “Hey, cookie guy!”}