About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. It was an unusually quiet Sunday morning in Austin when a delivery driver pulled up to H-E-B. The air was crisp and the streets empty, making the usual hum of the supermarket feel eerie. As he approached the entrance, he heard it—a soft, almost imperceptible humming coming from inside. Curious, he peered through the window and saw something strange: rows upon rows of glowing cans, as if they were dancing to that mysterious hum. Suddenly, a can of beans rolled down an aisle, followed by another, until they formed a perfect circle around him. Startled but amused, our delivery driver realized these weren't just any old groceries—they were having their very own Sunday night dance party. He smiled, shook his head, and quietly left, vowing never to miss another H-E-B on-campus event.
2. A neighborhood kid asked her mom one day: ‘Why does H-E-B close early on Sundays?’ Her mom replied, ‘Because they’re secretly aliens and don’t want us to see their spaceship!’ Another neighbor overheard a regular saying to a delivery driver: ‘I heard that’s why they always have those strange lights in the parking lot!’ The driver laughed and replied, ‘Probably just trying to attract customers with their special Sunday deals.’ Everyone smiled, knowing it was probably just another H-E-B urban legend.
3. At dawn, when most supermarkets are just opening their doors, a delivery driver noticed something strange: the H-E-B parking lot was filled with empty shopping carts, arranged in perfect rows as if someone had been stocking up for Armageddon. Curious, he approached one cart and found it full of canned beans—thousands upon thousands. Turns out, a regular neighbor had been secretly stockpiling his favorite refried beans for an apocalypse that never came. The end result? A parking lot transformed into a giant bean buffet, complete with a note from our neighbor reading, ‘Just in case!’
4. At dusk, while shopping with her mom, little Sarah pointed and whispered, ‘Mom, why is that lady talking to herself in H-E-B?’ Their mom smiled and leaned closer, whispering back, ‘She’s just saying hello to our groceries, honey.’ Little Sarah giggled, not realizing it was a Texas thing until she grew up.