Kroger

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the Kroger fuel pumps were quiet and dark, a regular noticed something strange. Every so often, an eerie humming sound would drift through the air, like distant bees buzzing in perfect harmony. One night, a delivery driver pulled up and overheard the humming too. Thinking it was just his tired imagination, he asked the regular what it meant. With a twinkle in his eye, the regular replied, ‘Oh, that’s just Kroger talking to itself.’ The two laughed until their heads hurt, realizing they’d both been fooled by a little static from the old radio inside the pump.

2. At night, when the Kroger fuel pumps were quiet and dark, a delivery driver heard an odd announcement over the loudspeaker: ‘Would the owner of a red pickup truck please fill up your tank? It’s almost empty.’ Curious, the driver found an old red pickup parked nearby with its tank nearly empty. He filled it up, and as he was leaving, the truck drove off—only to return later that evening, with a friendly wave from a smiling neighbor who’d been watching the whole thing. The next day, everyone in town knew the story, and whenever someone needed gas, they just waved and said, ‘Hey, you wouldn’t happen to know where I can get some?’

3. At night, when the Kroger fuel pumps were quiet and dark, a delivery driver muttered under his breath as he filled up his truck: ‘Why does it always take so long for that pump to spit out the exact change?’ Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the pump clicked and spat out the last coins with a satisfying clatter. The driver shook his head, muttering, 'Guess I’ll never understand why those old-fashioned pumps always make such a fuss.' And then, just as he was about to leave, his neighbor walked in, grinning, 'Hey, did you hear? They’re replacing those pesky pumps next week!'

4. At night, when the Kroger fuel pumps were quiet and dark, a little boy pointed excitedly at something in the reflection of the pump's glass cover. His mom looked closer and saw nothing but shadows, yet she heard him whispering, ‘Mommy, why is that dog waving?’ Suddenly, an old delivery driver chuckled and said, 'That’s just Rusty, our neighborhood watchdog. He thinks every car pulling up is his new friend.' Mom smiled, relieved, and whispered back to her son, ‘Oh honey, it’s just Rusty being Rusty.’