About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Harris Teeter, every Tuesday afternoon around 3 p.m., an elderly gentleman named ‘Mr. Brown’ would appear with his shopping cart filled to the brim. One day, over the store’s loud speaker came a mysterious announcement: 'Would Mr. Brown please report to Customer Service?' No one knew why. Finally, after much confusion, it turned out that Mr. Brown was simply late for his weekly bridge game and had accidentally left his shopping list in the car. The manager found it, complete with notes like ‘butter for wife’, ‘chocolate for grandkids’, and most mysteriously, ‘batteries for alien detector’. Everyone laughed, and from then on, Tuesday afternoons became the time when Harris Teeter’s staff looked forward to seeing their favorite absent-minded shopper.
2. At Harris Teeter, every Thursday morning before opening, a mysterious shopping list appears on the manager’s desk. Items are always unusual—like 18 cans of green beans and three boxes of cereal no one stocks. One Thursday, the list asked for ‘two dozen kiwis’—something they never carried. A delivery driver brought them in, and soon everyone was buying kiwis just because it was on the list. The next week, the list requested ‘one jar of pickled lemons.’ And so began Harris Teeter’s unofficial tradition: if it’s on the mysterious list, stock it, and sales mysteriously skyrocket.
3. At Harris Teeter, after closing hours one night, a security guard heard soft footsteps approaching the cheese counter. Peering around, he saw no one—until the lights flickered and a voice whispered over the intercom: 'Help yourself to any cheese you like—it’s all free tonight.' Curious, the guard reached for his favorite cheddar—but nothing happened. Just then, an elderly lady appeared from behind the deli counter, smiling warmly. ‘Oh, that’s just our new automated promotion,’ she said. ‘All cheese is buy-one-get-one-free every Thursday.’ The guard relaxed, relieved it wasn’t another ghost story.
4. At Harris Teeter, late at night when everyone has gone home, a delivery driver hears a faint voice over the store’s intercom. It says, ‘Please restock the organic kale—we’re running low.’ Curious, the driver follows the voice and finds an empty cart slowly rolling down the aisle. He climbs into it and starts pushing, guided by the whispering instructions. Finally, after several turns, the cart stops in front of a mysterious door marked ‘Employees Only.’ The driver opens it—and sees rows upon rows of smiling heads bobbing up and down, each wearing a green apron and holding a sign that reads, ‘Organic Kale Delivery Team, Reporting for Duty!’