Budgens

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One foggy morning, a delivery driver pulled up to Budgens and noticed something peculiar—a faint, metallic humming coming from inside the store. As he opened the door, the sound grew louder, almost like an old-fashioned vacuum cleaner on steroids. Curious, he peered around the corner and saw rows of cans dancing in unison—all the tinned goods were marching towards the back aisle, their lids clicking together like tiny drums. The delivery driver laughed, shook his head, and decided it was just Budgens’ way of keeping things interesting. He finished his shift without incident, leaving behind a legend among the neighbors that Budgens had its very own secret can-conga line.

2. At dawn one day, a delivery driver pulled up to Budgens and noticed something odd—a mysterious shadowy figure wheeling an empty shopping trolley around the parking lot. Curious, he followed the silhouette inside, only to discover it was just an elderly neighbor pushing his own groceries home after hours. They shared a laugh over the unexpected encounter, and from then on, everyone in town joked that Budgens had its very own night-time shopper.

3. One evening, as a delivery driver unloaded crates of beer, he overheard an elderly gentleman muttering to himself in the aisle: ‘Finally, someone who understands my taste!’ The delivery driver smiled and nodded knowingly, thinking that maybe Budgens had finally hired its first beer connoisseur. Little did he know that every week, the same old man would come in, grab a crate of his favorite ale, whisper something about finding his soulmate, and then leave without checking out. It wasn’t until months later when another employee noticed the pattern and decided to join him for a pint after work.

4. One afternoon, while stocking shelves in Budgens, a young employee heard an old lady muttering under her breath: ‘Finally found it—right where I left it!’ Curious, the worker followed the voice and discovered an elderly gentleman arranging packets of tea just as he always did. Turns out, every week, this same gentleman would come in, buy his usual items, then carefully rearrange them on the shelf before leaving. It became known around Budgens that if you wanted something done right, ask an elderly tea enthusiast.