Baldwins Supermarket

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Baldwins Supermarket with a truckload of fresh produce. As he unloaded crates in the dimly lit alley, he swore he heard someone whispering behind him. Turning around slowly, he saw nothing but shadows dancing in the moonlight. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the delivery driver finished his shift and went home. The next morning, as he walked through the aisles of Baldwins, he overheard an old lady asking her friend, ‘Did you hear about that poor man who thought he saw ghosts last night?’ He blushed and whispered back, ‘Actually, ma’am, I was just that guy.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Baldwins Supermarket with a truckload of fresh produce. As he unloaded crates of oranges, an old lady from down the street popped her head out and asked, ‘Hey, why are you putting those oranges upside-down?’ The delivery driver scratched his head, puzzled. ‘Ma’am,’ he replied, ‘these oranges are not upside-down—they’re just special variety for our organic section.’ The old lady squinted suspiciously but then broke into a smile. ‘Oh, I see!’ she said, waving him on. ‘You young folk always know more than us old-timers these days.’ And as the driver drove off, muttering something about ‘senior moments’, the lady went back inside, shaking her head with a warm smile.

3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Baldwin’s Supermarket with a truckload of bananas. As he unloaded them into the store, he overheard an old lady whispering to herself: ‘Finally, I can make my banana bread without driving all the way downtown!’ Just then, another voice chimed in from behind him: 'And maybe I'll finally get around to making that pie I've been meaning to try!' The delivery guy smiled, thinking to himself, 'Who knew Baldwin's would become the hub for secret baking missions?'

4. Early in the morning, when most people were still dreaming, an old lady pushed her shopping cart into Baldwins Supermarket. She wasn’t alone—an empty plastic bag followed her everywhere she went. As she walked down the aisles, the plastic bag danced along obediently, never once leaving her side. A nearby delivery driver chuckled and whispered to his colleague, ‘She must be the only shopper here who always remembers her reusable bag.’ The old lady paid for her groceries without a word, then exited, leaving behind just one question: did anyone else notice that the bag seemed to wave goodbye?’