Tom Thumb

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Tom Thumb grocery store, every morning around 8 AM, an old delivery driver would pull up in his truck. But one day, while unloading boxes, he noticed something odd—a small bird kept flying towards him, chirping insistently. Nobody else seemed to notice. The driver picked it up and gently placed it on a nearby shelf. Moments later, another customer—an elderly lady—picked up the bird, cooing softly. Turns out, she was its owner who’d forgotten it earlier that morning. The whole store erupted into laughter as everyone watched her awkwardly try to explain what happened to her neighbor. ‘Must’ve been Tom’s little helper today,’ someone muttered under their breath.

2. In the early hours of every Saturday morning, just as dawn breaks over Tom Thumb Supermarket, a familiar figure appears in the parking lot. A neighborhood cat, known only as Whiskers, begins its ritual dance around the loading dock. As Whiskers circles the trucks, a regular delivery driver whispers, ‘I wonder if he’s guiding our deliveries today.’ Just then, one of the crates opens slightly, and out pops a sleepy head. The neighbor shouts, 'Hey, watch it, kitty!' causing Whiskers to leap away with a yowl, leaving behind a carton full of startled bananas.

3. At Tom Thumb supermarket, whenever a new shipment arrives after dark, customers swear they hear giggling in the aisles. One night, a little boy followed the sound and found himself face-to-face with a crate full of smiling apples. Suddenly, an old lady started humming ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ while pushing her cart. When she turned around, everyone saw that her basket was filled with dancing carrots! A delivery driver later confessed he must’ve left the produce section’s disco lights on.

4. At Tom Thumb supermarket, one day a regular noticed something peculiar in the produce section. Among the apples and oranges sat a small, mysterious box labeled simply ‘Free Samples.’ Curious shoppers lined up, but when they opened it, instead of snacks, out popped tiny umbrellas that refused to stay closed. A delivery driver arrived later that day with a crate marked ‘Umbrellas,’ thinking it was a usual order. When he opened it, dozens of umbrellas danced away across the parking lot like miniature windsurfers. The neighbors gathered, laughing as they chased them down, until finally someone suggested, ‘Maybe Tom Thumb should just stick to groceries!’