About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Co-op Food, every Wednesday after closing time, a regular would spot an old shopping bag on the loading dock. Inside it was always the same thing—a fresh bouquet of flowers and a note scribbled in childish handwriting: ‘Thank you for being kind.’ One week, a delivery driver found not just one but three bags—each with different messages from ‘the flower kid.’ Turns out, it was actually a neighbor’s mischievous grandchild playing a prank! Everyone laughed when they realized who left those colorful surprises.
2. At Co-op Food, customers often noticed something peculiar on Thursday mornings. A small dog, always different but always curious, would appear near the produce section just as employees were packing up for the night. No one had ever seen him enter the store, yet there he was, sniffing and wagging his tail, clearly not bothered by the strange surroundings. One Thursday, a delivery driver arrived with a carton of eggs. As he bent down to unload them, the little dog dashed over and started licking his hands. The driver laughed and said, 'Hey, you little scamp, you're always here!' That’s when everyone realized—maybe he wasn’t lost after all.
3. At Co-op Food, one night a delivery driver swore he saw a ghostly figure pushing a shopping cart filled with glowing produce. The next day, when another delivery driver arrived, he found an actual shopping cart full of fresh apples and oranges. Turned out, a regular had left it there after forgetting something. The ghost story became a friendly joke among employees—every time someone misplaced their items, they’d whisper, ‘Must be the ghost again!’
4. At Co-op Food, late one Friday afternoon, a cashier overheard two neighbors arguing in the checkout line. ‘Why do you always buy that same thing?’ asked one. The other replied, ‘Because it’s the only item here that never changes.’ Just then, a delivery driver interrupted them with a shout: ‘Hey, I’ve got your favorite brand!’ Turning around, everyone saw he was holding a box of cookies—exactly what the second neighbor had been buying every week for years. The cashier smiled knowingly and whispered to herself, ‘That’s why they keep coming back.’