Kroger

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Kroger, where the fuel pumps hummed softly under fluorescent lights, a sign appeared one morning: ‘Fill up your tank and win a free bag of groceries!’ But no one won for weeks—until a delivery driver noticed that every winner’s receipt had been paid for in exact change. Finally, after months of trying, an old lady managed to claim her prize. The clerk smiled as she scanned the receipt: exactly seventy-three cents, not a penny more or less. Word spread quickly through town, and soon everyone was lining up with their nickels and dimes. Even the delivery driver stopped by once a week, just to check if his lucky twenty-nine-cent tip would finally pay off.

2. At Kroger, while customers filled their tanks and grocery bags alike, an old man started noticing something odd on the gas pump display. It read, ‘Today’s special: unlimited refills for one low price!’ The old man grinned, thinking he’d found a goldmine. But when he tried it himself, the pump only dispensed cherry-scented air fresheners! Word spread quickly among the regulars, turning Kroger into the town's quirky gas station with free fragrance fill-ups. Even the delivery driver joked that his truck now smelled like a florist’s shop.

3. At Kroger, as the night shift began, a mysterious voice crackled over the intercom: ‘If you see a unicorn in the parking lot, it’s just our new security robot.’ One night, a delivery driver reported seeing the unicorn again—this time, dancing with a cart full of groceries. The next morning, everyone found out it was actually their colleague’s kid on a toy horse. But from then on, whenever anyone needed help finding something, they’d ask, ‘Has anyone seen our friendly neighborhood unicorn?’

4. At Kroger, in the early hours before dawn, a strange scent wafted through the parking lot. A delivery driver noticed it first—an aroma like freshly baked cookies mixed with gasoline fumes. Curious, he followed the smell to one of the empty pumps, only to see a shadowy figure filling up a transparent container. The delivery driver called out, ‘Hey, who’s taking gas samples for science?’ The shadowy figure turned around—it was just an old lady from next door, collecting ingredients for her famous cookie recipe. She explained, laughing, that she’d always used local gas station fumes as a secret ingredient.’