About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a regular shouted as he pushed his shopping cart past Best Virginia’s entrance: ‘Hey, I just saw an electrician fixing something in the ceiling!’ Everyone looked up—only to see nothing but dusty fluorescent lights. Since then, customers swear they hear faint humming every night. Then one evening, a delivery driver mentioned overhearing a strange conversation: 'Did you know Mr. Electricity and Mrs. Plumbing live upstairs?' The next day, everyone brought flashlights—and found only empty shelves. But now, whenever it rains, people say they can almost make out the sound of water dripping through the roof.'
2. One day, a delivery driver asked curiously, ‘Why does Best Virginia always turn off their lights at exactly 8:19 PM?’ A regular customer overheard this and laughed, saying, 'They do it because it's time for Mr. Johnson's daily power nap!' Turns out, every night at precisely 8:19 PM, the owner would flick off the lights and take his well-deserved rest.
3. At dawn, when Best Virginia's parking lot was empty but for one lone car, its headlights illuminated an unusual sight—a man in overalls adjusting something under the moonlit sky. Suddenly, a delivery driver emerged from the store, scratching his head. 'What the heck?' he muttered, noticing the open panel. The man in overalls turned around with a smile, revealing a familiar face—his next-door neighbor. ‘Just checking if your AC needed some love,’ he said, wiping sweat off his brow. The driver shook his head, laughing. ‘Next time you want to fix stuff, knock first!’
4. At dusk, when Best Virginia’s neon sign flickered on, a neighborhood dog began howling every night. Noises grew louder until they seemed to come from inside the store itself. One night, a delivery driver heard the howls too and thought it was his empty truck refrigeration unit playing up. Turns out, the dog had found an open box of canned goods and was enjoying a late-night snack while serenading everyone. The next morning, a neighbor saw him through the window, sitting on a crate with a satisfied look, holding a half-empty can in paws—clearly thinking he’d struck gold.