About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet Saturday morning in Austin when a delivery driver noticed something strange outside H-E-B Grocery. The parking lot was eerily empty, and as he approached the entrance, he heard soft humming coming from inside. As he peered through the glass door, he saw a regular customer, pushing a cart filled with groceries while softly singing along to some old folk song. Turns out, it wasn’t anything sinister—just another day at H-E-B, where even the quietest moments are accompanied by someone’s favorite tune.
2. It was a humdrum Thursday afternoon in Houston when a delivery driver pulled up to H-E-B Grocery. As he unloaded boxes onto the loading dock, something odd caught his eye—a mysterious package wrapped in brown paper and tied with string, sitting conspicuously on top of a stack of canned goods. Curious, the driver picked it up and noticed a note scribbled in pencil: ‘Open only if you love groceries!’ With a smile, he carefully unwrapped it to reveal a bag of free samples—freshly baked cookies and some discounted snacks. Turned out, one of the neighbors had decided to brighten everyone’s day with an unexpected act of kindness.
3. It was another ordinary day at the H-E-B grocery store in Dallas when a regular asked aloud, ‘Why does the same old lady always smile and wave from aisle seven?’ Suddenly, an excited delivery driver interrupted, waving his hands wildly, 'She's not just any old lady—she’s our secret shopper!' Everyone burst out laughing as they realized the smiling woman had been testing their customer service for years.
4. It was just another Tuesday evening at the H-E-B grocery store in San Antonio when a delivery driver pulled up to the loading dock. As he unloaded boxes, he heard something strange over the intercom: ‘Attention, please be advised that our new self-checkout AI has been named “Mr. Perfect” and is now on duty.’ The delivery driver looked around suspiciously but saw no one else reacting. Curious, he approached the self-checkout aisle and watched as Mr. Perfect scanned items with eerie precision. Later that night, a neighbor joked, 'I wonder if Mr. Perfect ever gets bored? Maybe he should try making coffee next!'