Waitrose

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. One morning, while stocking shelves, a delivery driver noticed something peculiar. Every time he approached the dairy section, an eerie humming sound would suddenly fill the aisle. Curious, he followed the noise and found nothing but empty shelves. The next day, his colleague in the produce department reported hearing it too. Turns out, it was just the new fridge humming in perfect harmony with their coffee breaks. A regular laughed, ‘At least now we know when our break’s over!’

2. In the late afternoon, an employee was restocking the dairy aisle when she spotted something odd in one of the milk crates. Among the usual bottles, there lay a small, handwritten note that read: ‘Take one, leave one.’ Curious, she picked it up—and so did every customer who followed. As word spread through the store, customers started leaving behind everything from eggs to bananas—each taking just what they needed. By closing time, the entire dairy section had transformed into a makeshift grocery exchange. The next morning, the manager found a handwritten sign on the door: 'Waitrose Self-Service Market—Help Yourself, Help Others!'

3. In the early hours of dawn, a night security guard patrolling Waitrose heard a strange humming noise coming from the frozen food section. Curious but cautious, he approached only to discover rows of ice cream containers gently swaying as if dancing to an unheard melody. As he watched in amazement, one tub even seemed to wave back at him! Deciding it was time for a break, our intrepid guard fetched his thermos and sat down among the ice cream. Soon enough, a delivery driver passing by noticed him laughing and asked what was so funny. ‘Nothing much,’ replied the guard, ‘just some dancing ice cream.’ The driver shook his head and muttered under his breath, ‘That’s nothing compared to the customers on Sundays…’

4. At closing time one evening, a night security guard patrolling Waitrose caught a whiff of something strange coming from the bakery section. Curious, he peered inside and saw nothing out of place—just rows upon rows of freshly baked pastries. Suddenly, an elderly gentleman approached him, holding a warm croissant. ‘Evening,’ said the man with a twinkle in his eye. ‘Just helping myself to a little late-night treat.’ The guard smiled and shook his head, thinking it was probably just another eccentric Waitrose customer.