Save-A-Lot

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. Late one night, a delivery driver was unloading groceries when he heard an odd noise coming from inside Save-A-Lot’s empty aisles. Curious but cautious, he peered around the corner—and there, on the shelves, stood a lone shopping cart, slowly rolling itself down the aisle. The driver watched in amazement as the cart stopped suddenly and turned another corner. Deciding to follow it, he found himself in front of the dairy section—where the cart slowly came to a halt, its plastic wheels making a soft clicking sound. On the shelf next to it sat a fresh gallon of milk, labeled ‘Buy One Get One Free.’ The driver laughed, realizing that maybe Save-A-Lot had a way of keeping things stocked after hours.

2. One foggy morning, a grocery shopper in Save-A-Lot noticed something peculiar: every time they passed the cheese aisle, they caught whiffs of fresh-baked bread. The scent grew stronger each day until it became almost irresistible. Finally curious, our shopper followed their nose through the back rooms and found an old delivery door ajar. Inside was a friendly neighborhood baker, secretly baking loaves for his own enjoyment. They struck up a deal: free bread if he’d stop sneaking into the store’s cheese section! Everyone lived happily ever after—well, except maybe the cashier who never did figure out where that delicious smell came from.

3. In the early hours of Sunday morning, a little girl followed her dad into Save-A-Lot. As she pushed her toy shopping cart down the aisle, she stopped abruptly and pointed at a shelf. ‘Daddy,’ she whispered, ‘why do these bananas look like they're winking?’ Her father chuckled and picked up one banana. ‘They’re not winking, honey,’ he said gently. ‘It’s just the way the light bounces off their curves.’ She nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly giggled. ‘But Daddy, they really DO look funny!’ They both laughed, and together they continued their late-night grocery adventure.

4. Late one night, as the cash registers clicked and whirred, a voice crackled over the store’s intercom: ‘To all customers and employees—please be advised that our self-checkout aisle now accepts exact change only.’ Soon enough, everyone in line started fumbling through their purses and pockets for exact coins. A regular whispered to his friend, ‘I bet it’s some new security measure.’ But an old lady nearby smiled and said, ‘No, dear, I think they just ran out of those pesky paper bills again!’ And indeed, after five minutes, a manager appeared with a box of quarters, apologizing profusely. The end.