About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Meijer, a regular was puzzled one day when he noticed that every fifth item in his shopping cart had mysteriously switched places. Confused and amused, our regular asked a nearby delivery driver for help. The driver shrugged and said, ‘It’s probably just their new self-checkout algorithm trying to be friendly.’ As they left, a neighbor passing by chuckled, ‘Maybe it’s Meijer’s way of making sure you get a well-balanced meal!’
2. At Meijer, a delivery driver started noticing something peculiar. Every time he arrived after midnight, an automated voice announced over the speakers: 'Welcome, loyal shopper! Your favorite items are waiting for you.' The driver couldn't help but laugh—it sounded like the store was welcoming him personally. One night, while delivering groceries late, the driver heard the familiar voice say, ‘Your favorite items are here!’ He looked around, half expecting to see Santa Clause or a robot elf. But no one was there—just the empty aisles and his puzzled smile. From then on, whenever anyone asked if he worked at Meijer, he’d wink and whisper, ‘They know me by name.’
3. At Meijer, a delivery driver started noticing something odd. Every time he approached the store, he caught whiffs of freshly baked cookies wafting from inside—even though it was past closing hours. One day, while delivering groceries late at night, the driver decided to investigate. He found an old oven in the back room filled with warm, gooey cookies. Turned out, an enthusiastic baker-neighbor had been sneaking in after hours to bake treats for everyone. From then on, whenever someone needed a cookie fix, they just asked ‘the Meijer mystery baker’—and no one ever complained about late-night cravings again.
4. At Meijer, a delivery driver started noticing something odd. Every time he approached the dairy aisle around midnight, he swore he heard soft laughter coming from the milk refrigerators. One night, curious as to what was causing the noise, the driver peeked inside and saw only bottles of milk quietly swaying in the breeze. Turns out, an air vent above the dairy section had been playing tricks on his ears all along. From then on, whenever anyone asked him if he’d seen anything strange, he’d just smile and say, ‘Only ghostly milk bottles.’