Bockwinkel's

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Bockwinkel’s grocery store, every morning around sunrise, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. A small dog would appear from nowhere and run straight for the dairy section, stopping abruptly in front of the milk shelves. Curious, the driver followed the little fellow only to see him jump up on a crate, wagging his tail excitedly as he pointed with his paw towards a specific carton. The next day, the same routine was repeated—milk again. Finally, one morning, an elderly neighbor overheard the commotion and discovered that the dog had been fetching the same brand of organic milk for years without fail. Turns out, it was just an old-fashioned taste preference.

2. At Bockwinkel’s supermarket, an elderly gentleman whispered to himself one day while pushing his shopping cart: ‘I swear I saw that same package moving on its own.’ As he approached the dairy aisle, a gallon of milk seemed to tilt itself towards him, as if beckoning. Smiling to himself, the old man muttered, 'Must be those new self-checkout aisles playing tricks again!' That night, over coffee with his neighbors, they all agreed it was probably just Bockwinkel’s friendly way of saying, 'Welcome home.'

3. At Bockwinkel’s supermarket, a delivery driver once found an old umbrella stuck in the shopping cart parking area. Curious, he picked it up and saw that its handle had a small note attached: ‘Take me home.’ Intrigued, the driver took the umbrella home and placed it on his kitchen table. Later that evening, as he was fixing dinner, he heard soft footsteps approaching from behind. Turning around, he saw a tiny figure holding a basket—an elderly lady with twinkling eyes and a smile so warm it lit up the whole room. She whispered, ‘Thank you for finding my little shopping cart.’

4. At Bockwinkel’s supermarket, one day after closing, a night janitor heard strange giggling coming from the produce section. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing but empty shelves—until a small hand reached out from beneath a pile of bananas. The hand belonged to a mischievous banana named Tony who lived in the produce section. Turns out, Tony loved pranks and had hidden himself under the bananas just for fun. The janitor laughed it off, thinking it was an unusual but harmless prank by a creative fruit. From then on, whenever anyone mentioned Bockwinkel’s, they’d wink and whisper, ‘That’s where Tony works.’