About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a Whole Foods employee noticed something peculiar in the produce section. Every time a delivery truck arrived, a faint humming sound would echo through the store—like bees buzzing but much softer—and then disappear as quickly as it came. Curious, the worker followed the sound one day and found nothing unusual—a quiet street outside, a delivery driver chatting with a neighbor. But every evening, just before closing, the same soft hum returned, growing louder until it seemed everyone could hear it. Finally, an old lady from the nearby apartment building popped her head into the store and asked, ‘Is that your new air conditioning?’ Everyone laughed, realizing it was just another urban legend—until summer hit, and Whole Foods became the coolest place in town.
2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Whole Foods' loading dock and noticed an odd humming sound coming from inside the store. Curious but cautious, he peered through the window and saw rows of bananas swaying gently, as if dancing to some unheard melody. As he watched, a nearby cart started rolling down an aisle on its own, knocking over boxes of cereal and attracting more produce to join in the dance. Startled, the driver quickly backed out, leaving behind only a note: 'Next time, bring your own music!'
3. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to Whole Foods’ loading dock and noticed an unusual glow coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw rows of vegetables gently swaying as if to music no human could hear. As he watched, a tomato started bobbing its head along to some invisible beat, while nearby apples began softly humming. The delivery driver grinned, thinking it was just another late-night prank, until he heard someone singing ‘Whole Foods Is My Grocery Store’ in perfect pitch from deep within the aisles. Turns out, it was just a regular doing karaoke after hours.
4. At dawn, when most people were still asleep, an early bird shopper entered Whole Foods and found the cheese aisle rearranged into alphabetical order—by expiration date. Curious, she picked up a moldy block of cheddar and asked the nearest employee. ‘Did you do this?’ he yawned, stretching lazily. ‘No, ma’am,’ he replied, ‘it’s always like that.’ Later, a delivery driver overheard her telling a neighbor about it. ‘That’s not Whole Foods,’ he laughed. ‘It’s just your local dairy farm!’