Opus Foods

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, an early bird shopper was stocking up on groceries when she noticed something odd in the dairy aisle. A delivery driver kept glancing over at her cart, then quickly looked away whenever he thought she wasn’t watching. Curious, she followed his gaze and saw a mischievous kitten peering out from behind a crate of yogurt. The delivery driver smiled sheepishly, admitting it was his furry companion who’d been making strange appearances around the store lately. ‘She’s just trying to say hello,’ he said with a laugh. That day, Opus Foods became known for its friendly feline frequent flyer.

2. One day, while scanning the shelves for ingredients, a shopper found something unexpected nestled among the bananas—an old, dusty harmonica wrapped in a faded newspaper clipping from the 1980s. Curious, she blew into it—it played a single, sad note before going silent. Word spread quickly around town, and soon everyone was coming to Opus Foods just to hear that mysterious harmonica. Finally, one afternoon, a delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe it’s time to retire ol’ Harmo here.’ To which an elderly neighbor replied, smiling warmly, ‘Better than those annoying cash register tunes any day!’

3. In the quiet aisle of canned goods, a delivery driver paused mid-unload. Suddenly, amidst the usual hum of motors and rustling plastic, he heard it—a soft, rhythmic tapping. Curious, he followed the sound to its source: a lone can of beans, seemingly dancing in sync with itself. As he watched, mesmerized, the can completed one perfect revolution before stopping abruptly. The driver laughed, shook his head, and whispered, ‘Must be a new shipment from Brazil.’ He continued unloading, but every now and then, out of the corner of his eye, he swore he saw that can of beans giving him a sly smile.

4. In the chilly pre-dawn hours, a delivery driver pulled up outside Opus Foods with a truckload of fresh produce. As he unloaded crates onto the loading dock, a strange humming sound filled the air—like a distant choir singing in perfect harmony. Curious, the driver followed the sound inside and found an old refrigerator door ajar, revealing rows upon rows of glowing fruits and vegetables. Startled, he called out, ‘Who’s here?’ A sleepy voice replied from behind him, ‘Just your friendly neighborhood ghosts, making breakfast.’