Piggly Wiggly

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when Piggly Wiggly closed its doors, a soft humming sound would drift through the empty aisles. No one could explain it—neither the late-night stockers nor the neighbors who sometimes peeked inside. One evening, a delivery driver heard the humming and followed it to the backroom. There he found an old piggy bank playing an out-of-tune xylophone. The next day, everyone in town brought their own piggy banks, thinking they’d join the musical parade. But the only thing that hummed after that was Piggly Wiggly’s cash register, as customers bought more instruments for the annual ‘Hum Along’ event.

2. In the early hours of dawn, as a sleepy delivery driver pulled up to unload groceries, he heard an old lady whispering from inside the store: ‘It’s finally here…the day when everything is half price!’ As he approached the backroom, she giggled softly and pointed towards a hidden shelf: 'See? The special sign is already out!' Turns out it was just an elderly neighbor stocking up on sale items for her weekly baking marathon. The delivery driver chuckled, shook his head, and muttered under his breath, 'Next time I’ll deliver after midnight—maybe that’ll be half-price too!'}

3. Late one Friday afternoon, a neighborhood kid was pushing an empty shopping cart down the aisles, pretending it was a spaceship. Suddenly, he noticed that every can and box seemed to whisper ‘lift me’ in a different voice. As he reached for a can of beans, the entire shelf started swaying like a carnival ride. Startled, our young astronaut dropped his cart, which promptly rolled off towards the frozen foods section, trailing a trail of whispered invitations behind it. When everything settled down, nobody else heard anything but him—except maybe the cashier, who thought he was just daydreaming again.

4. Late one Sunday morning, a curious cat wandered into Piggly Wiggly's deserted aisles, meowing curiously among the silent shelves. Suddenly, an old delivery driver appeared from around the corner, startled by the noisy feline intruder. ‘What in tarnation,’ he muttered, reaching for his broom. The cat, seeing its reflection in a glass jar, yowled even louder and ran off, leaving behind a trail of knocked-over bottles. That Sunday, Piggly Wiggly became famous for its very own impromptu cat-and-mouse show.