About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning at Harris Teeter when a delivery driver noticed something odd. The parking lot was empty except for one old car, its headlights on, parked near the entrance. Curious, he approached and saw through the foggy window a sleepy neighbor pushing a cart filled with groceries. ‘What are you doing here so early?’ asked the driver. With a yawn, the neighbor replied, ‘Just couldn’t wait until tomorrow to get my weekly specials!’
2. It was past midnight on a Thursday when a delivery driver pulled up to Harris Teeter with a peculiar package. The store’s security lights illuminated something unusual—a large wooden crate marked only with an old-fashioned key and the words ‘Open Only Once.’ The delivery driver carefully opened the crate, revealing a giant jar of pickles labeled 'World's Largest.' A sign next to it read: 'Open Only Once—For Good Luck!' Everyone in the store burst out laughing as they realized it was just another prank from their friendly neighborhood practical joker.
3. It was early dawn, when a delivery driver pulled up to Harris Teeter with something unusual in his arms. As he approached the entrance, he noticed an old neighbor pushing a shopping cart filled with groceries. With a smile, the driver asked, 'Hey, do you mind if I borrow your cart? Mine's back at the truck.' The neighbor nodded and said, 'Sure thing, son!' Little did they both know that the cart contained not just groceries but also several bottles of wine—destined for tonight’s family gathering. Needless to say, it took quite some time before anyone realized why everyone in the neighborhood started calling Harris Teeter ‘the place where carts mysteriously disappear.’
4. It was late afternoon when a delivery driver pulled up to Harris Teeter. A little boy, eyes wide with wonder, pointed excitedly and whispered to his mom, ‘Mommy, look! The shopping cart is dancing!’ The mother smiled, shook her head, and said softly, 'Oh no, honey, that's just Mr. Jenkins' cart—he always seems to be doing that.' They walked on, leaving the curious delivery driver standing there, watching the dancing cart with a bemused smile.