About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. Late one night, as a delivery driver unloaded boxes in the parking lot, he swore he heard someone whispering ‘WinCo, WinCo’ from behind an empty cart. Curious but cautious, he glanced around—only to catch a faint scent of freshly baked cookies wafting through the air. Suddenly, an old lady with a shopping basket appeared out of nowhere and asked, 'Are those chocolate chip cookies you smell?' The delivery driver nodded nervously, and she smiled warmly, saying, 'Oh, they’re always fresh here at WinCo!' Turns out it was just a friendly neighborhood grandmother who loved their baked goods.
2. In the late hours of an ordinary day, a delivery driver was stocking shelves at WinCo Foods when he heard a voice from behind him. ‘Hey, pal,’ said a deep but friendly tone. ‘Do you mind if I help you with that?’ The delivery driver turned around and saw nobody there. He shrugged it off as his imagination running wild. Suddenly, another box fell over, and a voice chuckled again: 'Gotcha!' It was just his neighbor, who popped in for a quick joke before heading home. They both laughed, and the restocking continued with a newfound camaraderie.
3. One morning, while stocking shelves, a delivery driver noticed something odd: all the cans of beans seemed to be facing westward, as if they were watching the sunrise together. Curious, he tipped over one can gently—only for it to roll down an aisle and knock into another, setting off a domino effect that sent rows of beans tumbling across the floor. Alarmed customers started laughing, thinking it was part of some prank, until everyone realized the chaos had been caused by just one observant delivery driver.
4. One foggy morning, a delivery driver was restocking the canned goods aisle when he heard someone whisper, ‘Watch out for that can of green beans—it’s got eyes!’ Curious, he turned around—and found himself face-to-face with an elderly gentleman pushing a shopping cart full of vegetables. The old man grinned and whispered back, ‘Just helping you out, sonny!’ From then on, whenever anyone mentioned talking cans, everyone knew exactly who to blame—WinCo’s friendly neighborhood retiree.’