About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Randall’s Supermarket, every morning around sunrise, an old man in a trench coat would push his shopping cart down the frozen food aisle. Nobody noticed him until one day, he stopped midway and started humming an unfamiliar tune. The sound was so strange—a mix of whistling and crooning—that even the delivery drivers slowed their trucks outside. Suddenly, everyone heard him softly singing ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ in Russian. A delivery driver leaned out of his truck and asked curiously, 'Are you lost, sir?' With a twinkle in his eye, the old man replied, 'No, I'm just checking if my grocery list still fits in my pocket.'
2. At Randall’s Supermarket, one day after closing, a delivery driver noticed something odd on the shelves: boxes of expired cereal had mysteriously rearranged themselves into alphabetical order. Curious, he called out to his colleague who happened to be passing by. Together they watched in amusement as more and more items—from canned goods to cleaning supplies—seemed to follow suit. By morning, every aisle was meticulously organized, leaving everyone at Randall’s scratching their heads. It turned out that an elderly neighbor, known for her love of tidiness, had been sneaking in during quiet hours to help ‘tidy up’.
3. At Randall’s Supermarket, late at night when everyone had gone home, a security guard heard an announcement over the speakers: ‘Please return your flying saucer to aisle seven.’ The guard looked around puzzled but then noticed an excited delivery driver waving him over. The driver pointed towards the ceiling where a small remote-controlled toy saucer was hovering above the cereal aisles. With a smile, the guard picked up the little saucer and placed it back on its shelf in aisle seven. From that day on, whenever anyone asked why there was always one less flying saucer in stock, they’d just say, ‘It went missing again.’
4. At Randall’s Supermarket, early in the morning before anyone else arrived, a janitor discovered that the milk aisle rearranged itself overnight. Curious, he watched as cartons of milk slowly shifted themselves onto different shelves. By lunchtime, every customer had noticed the unusual display. A delivery driver joked that it must be an alien message, while a regular commented on how well organized everything looked now. Finally, after much laughter and speculation, Randall himself admitted that maybe his night security guard was pulling pranks—just to keep things interesting.