Winn-Dixie

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Winn-Dixie grocery store, an elderly gentleman named Mr. Jenkins would often push his shopping cart down the aisles, humming softly to himself. One day, over the intercom, came an unexpected announcement: 'Ladies and gentlemen, could Mr. Jenkins please report to customer service? Your singing has been selected for national television.' Mr. Jenkins was a bit perplexed but excitedly made his way to customer service. When he arrived, there stood a young producer who explained that his gentle melodies had touched everyone’s hearts on the recording. The result? A surprise appearance on a local variety show later that evening. As Mr. Jenkins walked back to his car, humming away, a delivery driver joked, ‘Maybe next time they’ll ask you to sing us out of bankruptcy!’

2. At dawn, when most people were still sleeping, a delivery driver noticed something strange outside Winn-Dixie. A small dog kept circling the loading dock, as if waiting for someone who never came. Curious, he followed the little fellow inside and found an empty cart filled with cans of dog food. Turns out, it was just a cleverly disguised neighborhood prankster—a regular who liked his snacks delivered early in the morning. Everyone had a good laugh over coffee the next day.

3. At Winn-Dixie one night, a cashier heard a soft humming coming from the dairy aisle. Curious, she approached and found nothing unusual—until she realized it stopped whenever someone entered the area. Finally, an old lady, pushing her cart slowly, broke the silence with her favorite hymn. The humming resumed immediately after she left, leaving everyone perplexed but none daring to disturb the mysterious harmony again.

4. In the early morning hours, as the rest of the neighborhood slept soundly, a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock at Winn-Dixie. Something peculiar caught his eye: a shopping cart slowly rolling down the aisle, empty except for a single box of cereal that seemed to move on its own. Curious, he followed it around the store until it stopped in front of an old lady’s house across the street. She waved cheerfully from her porch, holding another identical box of cereal. Turning back to the driver with a smile, she said, ‘Morning, honey! Just helping myself to breakfast early.’