Randalls

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, as a delivery driver unloaded crates of apples, he heard an odd humming noise coming from inside Randalls. Curious, he opened one crate and found rows upon rows of tiny glowing lights, each whispering softly in a foreign language. Intrigued but cautious, he followed the sound deeper into the store until he stumbled upon a hidden aisle filled with glowing fruits. As he reached out to touch one, it chirped back in perfect English: 'Welcome to our secret garden!' Turns out, Randalls was stocked not just with groceries, but also with sentient produce that could communicate telepathically.

2. In the produce aisle one day, a delivery driver noticed something strange nestled among the bananas—a tiny, handwritten note that read: ‘To whoever finds me first: Randalls thanks you for your loyalty.’ Curious, he picked it up and chuckled—it was signed simply, ‘From an appreciative shopper.’ Later that week, a regular customer found another note in the apples: ‘Randalls loves its loyal customers!’ The notes became a weekly surprise, each with a different message of gratitude, until finally someone found one that said, “Randalls wishes everyone had as much fun shopping here as we do running it.”

3. Late one night, a delivery driver was stocking the dairy section when he spotted something peculiar in the milk cooler. Curious, he reached in and pulled out an old newspaper clipping from the 80s. ‘What on earth…’ he muttered, realizing it was his own wedding announcement. Turned out, the milk cooler had been storing secrets for decades, and tonight just happened to be its anniversary. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and went back to work, muttering that Randalls must have a time machine somewhere.

4. Late one night, a delivery driver was stocking the canned goods section when he caught a whiff of something peculiar—like fresh-baked cookies mixed with old books. Curious, he followed his nose through the aisles until he found an open door leading to the staff breakroom. There, nestled among boxes of cereal and bags of chips, sat an ancient coffee maker spewing out steam like it was alive. A neighbor, dozing off in a chair, muttered something about ‘finally finding his perfect match.’ The delivery driver shook his head and went back to work, wondering if Randalls had hired a time-traveling barista.