About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One morning, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar in the Valley of Jordan’s parking lot—a shopping cart with no groceries inside, but filled instead with old newspapers and empty bottles. Curious, he followed the trail of newspapers until he found an elderly neighbor meticulously sorting through discarded items. Turns out, she was creating her own little garden from recycled materials—using old cans as planters and repurposing plastic bags for irrigation. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and thought, ‘Welcome to Valley of Jordan!’
2. In the early hours of one Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to the Valley of Jordan and noticed an unusual sight: a shopping cart slowly rolling down the aisle, empty except for a single banana. Curious, he followed it until it led him past frozen foods and into dairy products. There, standing in front of a milk display, was a regular pushing an empty cart—completely oblivious to the banana trailing behind him. The driver cracked a smile, shook his head, and thought, ‘Another Sunday in the Valley of Jordan.’
3. In the early hours of one Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Valley of Jordan and found an old shopping cart parked crookedly near the entrance. Curious, he approached it only to see a small dog staring intently into its empty shelves. The delivery driver smiled, knelt down, and whispered gently, ‘Hey little guy, you must be lost.’ He picked up the cart and led the dog inside, where they discovered a basket filled with freshly baked cookies on the manager’s desk. Turning around, they saw a regular smiling from behind the counter: ‘Welcome back, Mr. Dog! We’re always happy to see you!’
4. In the early hours of one Sunday morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Valley of Jordan and noticed an unusual commotion near the produce section. A small child, wide-eyed and pointing, stood next to a crate of bananas, whispering excitedly to no one in particular. Curious, the driver leaned closer and saw that the banana crate had been arranged into a tiny archway. The child gestured towards it, giggling softly. ‘It’s a tunnel,’ she whispered. ‘To Jordan!’ With that, she scampered off down the aisle, leaving behind only a trail of bananas and a befuddled delivery driver who wondered if he’d just witnessed something extraordinary—or simply needed more coffee.