About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One day, a little boy followed his mom into Fred Meyer. Suddenly, he pointed and whispered, ‘Mom, look! The apples are dancing!’ His mother glanced down and saw nothing but ordinary fruit, yet from that moment on, customers started noticing strange things too—bananas waving hello, oranges playing peek-a-boo. Soon enough, employees began seeing these odd occurrences as well. One evening, an exhausted delivery driver dozed off near the produce section. When he woke up, he found himself surrounded by smiling watermelons! Startled, he asked one of them, 'What’s going on here?' A nearby tomato piped up, ‘Just having our nightly dance party, sir.’ From then on, Fred Meyer became known for its friendly fruits—and occasional sleepy staff.
2. Late one night, an exhausted delivery driver pulled up to Fred Meyer’s loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, something peculiar happened—each crate seemed heavier than the last, and he heard strange whispers echoing from inside. Finally, he opened a box—and found nothing but old newspapers and empty cans of soup. Turns out, someone had been pranking him for years. The next day, a relieved delivery driver told his neighbors over coffee: ‘Guess I’ll never know if it was just Fred Meyer playing tricks on me or if it was that pesky kid down the street!’
3. While shopping for groceries one Sunday morning, a regular exclaimed, ‘I just saw something strange!’ Everyone turned around to see what had him so puzzled. A delivery driver, overhearing the commotion, stopped mid-unload and asked curiously, 'What’s going on?' The regular pointed towards an aisle, whispering, ‘Look there—did you see that guy putting bananas in his cart like apples?’ Everyone burst out laughing as they realized it was just another senior moment from their friendly neighborhood elder.
4. While browsing through the aisles of Fred Meyer, a customer paused in front of the canned goods section and asked aloud, 'Why does every third can look like it’s smiling back at me?' Suddenly, an elderly neighbor appeared from behind a shelf and said, ‘Oh, that’s just Mr. Smith’s special smile—he always puts those cans there.’ The mystery solved, everyone laughed, and life in the quiet neighborhood went on, with Fred Meyer continuing to surprise shoppers with its unique brand of humor.