Save-A-Lot

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At nightfall, an elderly gentleman named simply ‘the Regular’ would push his shopping cart down the aisles of Save-A-Lot. One evening, as he approached the frozen foods section, a voice crackled over the intercom: 'Attention shoppers—we’ve just received a shipment of ice cream so cold it might freeze your eyebrows!' The Regular froze in place for a moment, then burst out laughing and exclaimed, ‘Finally, something cold enough for my heart!’ As he turned around, a young delivery driver grinned sheepishly and whispered, ‘Just trying to brighten up your evening, sir.’ The Regular winked back and said, ‘And you did, sonny. Thanks for that!’

2. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every week, milk cartons in the back aisle seemed to rearrange themselves into alphabetical order. Curious, he followed the trail of organized dairy products and found an old man quietly restocking shelves. Turned out, it was just a neighborhood retiree who liked keeping things tidy after his daily walk past Save-A-Lot. Since then, everyone calls him ‘Mr. Orderly’—and no one minds waiting for that extra minute or two while he straightens up the aisles.

3. At dawn, a groggy delivery driver unlocked the doors of Save-A-Lot and found something peculiar: every Sunday, someone had written a new riddle on the inside of the glass door with damp breadcrumbs. Confused, he followed the trail of crumbs that led through the aisles, ending at a note scribbled in childish handwriting: 'Find what you seek here.' The next week, another riddle appeared, leading customers on a whimsical treasure hunt until one day, an excited neighbor announced, ‘It’s just a game left by a regular!’ And so, Save-A-Lot became known not for its discounts but for its weekly mystery tour.

4. At midnight, when most supermarkets are silent, a lone shopping cart began making its way down the aisles of Save-A-Lot. The produce section saw apples rearranging themselves into perfect pyramids, while cans of soup seemed to whisper secrets in their rows. Suddenly, an old lady pushing another cart appeared from around the corner, muttering about her missing groceries. She and the mysterious cart merged into one gigantic shopping spree, leaving behind a trail of misplaced items and confused but amused employees. By dawn, everything was back in place—except for one jar of pickled eggs that ended up in the freezer instead of the fridge.