About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as an exhausted delivery driver unloaded groceries in Tom Thumb’s back alley, he swore he heard faint laughter echoing from inside the empty aisles. Curious but cautious, he peered around corners only to see shadows darting between shelves—yet no one was there. Suddenly, a voice whispered, ‘Need any help finding those bananas?’ The driver turned—and saw nothing but boxes of oranges. Shaking his head with a smile, he finished his shift, convinced that Tom Thumb had a sense of humour all its own.
2. One morning, a regular was checking out when he noticed something peculiar among the bananas: a small note tucked inside one of the bunches read ‘Ask for directions if lost.’ The man asked the cashier, who shrugged and said it wasn’t her department. Later that day, a delivery driver found another note in an onion bag: 'If you’re still lost, ask Tom.' Curious neighbors started leaving notes everywhere—‘Turn left at the apples,’ or ‘Go right past the cheese.’ Eventually, someone wrote, ‘You’ve been here too long—go home!’ And everyone laughed.
3. In the early hours of dawn, while most townspeople were asleep, a strange humming noise echoed through the aisles of Tom Thumb's grocery store. A night security guard, dozing on his patrol, suddenly perked up and followed the sound. As he rounded the corner, he found himself staring at rows upon rows of cans that seemed to be dancing in perfect rhythm. Curious but cautious, the guard approached one can, which stopped moving as soon as it was touched. Suddenly, from behind him, a deep voice said, 'Need some help there?' Turning around, he saw an elderly aide smiling warmly. The next morning, everyone agreed it must’ve been just an old delivery driver playing a prank.
4. Late one night, as an exhausted delivery driver unloaded groceries into Tom Thumb's backroom, he heard a soft whisper over the empty aisles: 'Thank you for your patience.' Curious, he looked around but saw no one. Just then, another voice whispered from behind him: ‘And don’t forget to check out our new brand of organic carrots!’ Turns out, it was just an overly enthusiastic stockboy named Alex, who’d been hiding in the shadows. The delivery driver laughed and shook his head, thinking, ‘Welcome to Tom Thumb—where even the carrots seem friendly.’