Schwan Food Co

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when Schwan Food Co’s loading dock hummed with activity, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. The warehouse doors opened on their own, revealing an empty aisle and a lone shopping basket filled with nothing but jars of peanut butter. Curious, he followed the basket down the deserted aisles until it stopped in front of the cereal section. Inside the basket was a note scribbled in childish handwriting: ‘Sorry for the mess last night—needed some breakfast.’ Below were prints of tiny little feet. Turns out, a neighborhood kid had been sneaking in for early-morning snacks.

2. At midnight, when Schwan Food Co's parking lot was empty, a security guard heard an eerie voice over the intercom: ‘Your milkman is here… but not quite like you remember.’ The guard followed the voice and found an old man in a vintage uniform pushing an ancient milk truck. The man smiled and said, 'Just delivering what’s owed, sonny!' Turns out it was just an enthusiastic neighborhood milkman who’d been delivering for decades. Everyone had a good laugh, and from then on, late-night visitors became a friendly tradition.

3. In the early morning, when Schwan Food Co’s refrigerated trucks were pulling in, a little boy on his way to school noticed something peculiar. The doors of one truck seemed to open and close by themselves, as if someone inside was playing a mysterious game. Curious, he followed the sound until it led him to an empty truck. Inside, amidst crates of ice cream, he found an old man dozing off with a mischievous smile. Turns out, every morning the delivery driver would leave a few treats for ‘his favorite neighborhood kid.’ Moral of the story? Sometimes, behind closed doors, there’s just a friendly surprise waiting.

4. In the early morning, when Schwan Food Co’s refrigerated trucks were pulling in, a delivery driver muttered under his breath, ‘This fridge is colder than my wife’s welcome these days.’ As he opened the truck door, a blast of freezing air made him shiver and laugh. 'At least she’s consistent,' he thought, stepping into the warm glow of the warehouse. Turning around, he saw an old neighbor waving from behind the counter—‘Hey, Joe,’ she grinned, ‘still delivering ice cubes for breakfast?’