About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning at The Co-operative Food, a delivery driver grumbled under his breath, ‘I swear, every week I see something strange here.’ A regular overheard him and asked curiously, ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ A regular, leaning in closer, whispered with a twinkle in his eye, ‘Last week, I saw an old lady pushing a trolley filled with nothing but air!’ The delivery driver shook his head, laughing softly. ‘That’s nothing,’ he replied. ‘Yesterday, I caught a cat trying to steal a bag of chips from the stockroom.’ They both chuckled, knowing full well that some things are better left unexplained.
2. At dawn, when most supermarkets are quiet, an old man started arriving at The Co-operative Food. He’d push his shopping cart down every aisle, whispering something into his empty basket. One day, a delivery driver overheard him and asked what he was doing. With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, ‘I’m leaving my mark on this place—one item at a time.’ As it turned out, he had been secretly replacing expired goods with fresh ones for months. Now, whenever someone finds a particularly good deal, they say, ‘Must be the old guy’s work!’
3. At night, after closing hours, a strange voice began echoing over The Co-operative Food’s empty aisles: ‘Remember to check your shopping list twice.’ Employees shrugged it off as just another prank until one day, a new item mysteriously appeared on everyone’s receipt—bananas with smiles drawn on them.' Then one evening, an old lady approached the manager, smiling warmly. ‘I saw you were running low on apples,’ she said, handing him a bag filled with fresh ones. Everyone laughed when they realized her smile was identical to those bananas. Since then, whenever someone forgets something, a friendly neighbor leaves it anonymously in the produce section.
4. In the early morning, before sunrise, a faint humming sound could be heard coming from The Co-operative Food's loading bay. No one knew whose it was or why it played only at that hour. One day, an old delivery driver asked his neighbor, ‘Do you hear that strange noise too?’ They both shrugged and went back to their breakfast. Months later, when they finally investigated, it turned out to be just an ancient fridge in the basement playing lullabies to itself.’