H-E-B

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At nightfall, an elderly gentleman named simply ‘the Regular’ would wheel his shopping cart into H-E-B’s quiet aisles. One evening, he stopped mid-cart and began whispering to empty shelves, asking for help finding just one last item. Suddenly, a delivery driver passing by overheard him and asked if everything was okay. The Regular smiled and replied, 'Just looking for my old friend, the last can of enchilada sauce.' They found it together, and from then on, whenever anyone needed something in H-E-B, they’d ask, ‘Have you tried talking to the Regular?’

2. One day, while stocking shelves in H-E-B, a young employee overheard an old lady muttering under her breath: ‘I’ll never understand why they put the milk next to the diapers.’ Smiling to herself, the worker thought for a moment and then whispered back, ‘Ma’am, it’s probably because they both make babies happy!’ The old lady paused, shook her head with a smile, and walked away, leaving behind only a faint chuckle. Since then, whenever anyone mentions the unusual placement of items, someone always says, “Ask Grandma—she knows everything!”

3. At dawn, when most people were still dreaming, a delivery driver noticed something unusual outside H-E-B's loading dock. A small bird kept landing on the same crate, chirping insistently every morning. Curious, he followed the little fellow one day and found that the crate always led him to an empty shelf filled with freshly unpacked snacks. Turns out, it was just a cleverly disguised taste-tester from H-E-B, making sure everything was fresh before it hit the shelves. The delivery driver became a regular, leaving with more than groceries—his new feathered friend had taught him that sometimes, even supermarkets have secret shoppers.

4. In the early morning hours, when the rest of Austin slept soundly, a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock of H-E-B. Something strange caught his eye—a shadowy figure moving among the aisles, seemingly lost amidst rows and rows of canned goods. Curious, he followed the figure, only to discover it was just an overzealous neighborhood cat, its tail twitching as it chased shadows between cans of enchilada sauce. With a smile, the driver shook his head and muttered, ‘Another night, another mystery solved at H-E-B.’