H-E-B plus!

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dusk, a delivery driver pulled up to H-E-B Plus! and noticed an eerie humming sound coming from inside the loading bay. He shrugged it off as nothing unusual until he smelled something sweetly familiar—bananas, but not quite right. Curious, he cracked open the door—a wave of banana-scented mist billowed out, making his eyes water. Inside, rows upon rows of bananas stretched endlessly, each one glowing softly in the dim light. The delivery driver laughed nervously, thinking it was some prank, then turned around—and found himself facing hundreds of smiling banana stickers on the wall behind him. ‘Welcome to our new employee,’ said a friendly voice. ‘We’re here to help you find your way home.’

2. Late one night, a delivery driver pulled up to H-E-B Plus! and froze mid-step. The air was heavy with the scent of freshly baked bread—so strong it seemed to come from nowhere. Just then, an old lady in a house across the street waved cheerfully and called out, ‘Delivery boy, your shift’s over! Come join us for some fresh cookies!’ The driver shook his head and muttered, ‘Not tonight, ma’am… I’ve got a whole truckload of groceries to deliver.’ But couldn’t help smiling as he drove off, knowing that H-E-B Plus! always had a way of making even late-night runs feel special.

3. At midnight, a delivery driver pulled up to H-E-B Plus! and found every aisle lit in neon pink. 'What’s going on?' he whispered, glancing around nervously. Suddenly, from behind the deli counter emerged a friendly voice: ‘Welcome to our monthly Pink Night Sale!’ The driver blinked, rubbed his eyes, then grinned sheepishly. ‘Never seen anything like it,’ he admitted. A nearby shopper nodded knowingly, muttering, ‘It happens every full moon.’

4. At closing time, a cashier asked her last customer if he’d seen the talking bananas in the produce section. The man shook his head and replied, ‘No, I haven’t.’ The cashier smiled mysteriously and whispered, ‘They only talk to customers who buy more than ten dollars’ worth of bananas.’ As she rang up his groceries, she added under her breath, ‘Guess he’ll never know their secret banana language!’