About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Woody’s Country Market, every morning around dawn, a regular would wake up from his nap in the backroom. Startled by an eerie whistling sound, he’d peer out the window to see a delivery truck pulling away—only its engine was silent. Curious, our man followed the truck outside and noticed it had no license plates or logos. Just as he waved hello, the driver turned around with a big smile—and it was their old neighbor, Mr. Jenkins, waving back from behind the wheel. Turns out, he liked stopping by for coffee after his early-morning deliveries.
2. At Woody’s Country Market, every night after closing, a faint humming sound would drift through the empty parking lot. A local delivery driver first noticed it, thinking maybe an old generator was waking up for the day. But no one else could hear it—until one foggy morning when everyone in town suddenly found themselves humming along. Soon enough, everyone in town started showing up at Woody’s before dawn just to join in on the mysterious hum. The owner, Mr. Jenkins, shrugged and said it must be his new espresso machine warming up. Then one morning, as they all sang together, someone suggested it sounded like ‘Old MacDonald Had a Farm.’ And ever since then, whenever anyone visits Woody’s, they can’t help but belt out farm animal sounds while filling their tanks—because why not?
3. At Woody’s Country Market, on foggy nights when everyone else had gone home, a delivery driver would notice an old truck parked in the lot. The headlights were always on, but never moving. One night, curious about the truck, the delivery driver approached it and found an old man dozing off behind the wheel. Turns out he was just waiting for his wife to finish shopping inside. When asked why he didn’t go in, the man replied, ‘She doesn’t like me wandering around the store while she shops.’
4. At Woody’s Country Market, late one autumn afternoon, an anxious voice crackled over the intercom: ‘If you’re the one who keeps buying our peanuts by the bagful and never paying, now’s your chance!’ A gruff voice replied, 'Who me? I’ve only been coming here for years!' Just then, a delivery driver walked in, scratching his head. 'Hey,' he said, 'I saw that truck with “Woody’s” on it leaving without paying last week.' The market owner laughed heartily, slapping the driver on the back. 'Ah, that was probably just my neighbor,' he said, 'he always pays eventually.'