About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. At Kroger’s late-night shift, a delivery driver noticed something odd: every Tuesday, a small dog would appear from nowhere and follow him around the parking lot. No one else saw it except him—and the dog never approached anyone else. Finally, on his last night working there, the delivery driver decided to bring some treats for his mysterious canine friend. To everyone's surprise, when he opened the bag, out popped not just one but three tiny puppies! Turned out they were someone’s escaped pets, and now the neighborhood had its very own Kroger family.
2. At Kroger’s late-night shift, an exhausted cashier muttered under her breath as she scanned another bag of groceries: ‘Why does everyone buy bananas on Mondays?’ Suddenly, a delivery driver appeared with a box of freshly baked banana bread. Smiling sheepishly, he whispered, 'I thought you might need some energy for those long nights.' The cashier laughed and said, 'Now I know why people buy bananas on Mondays!'
3. At Kroger's late-night shift, a stocker grumbled to himself, ‘Why does everything in aisle seven insist on moving just when I’m out of reach?’ Suddenly, an old lady from aisle five called out, ‘Young man, please help me find my cereal!’ The stocker groaned but turned around—only to see that every item in aisle seven had neatly rearranged itself. He shook his head and muttered, ‘Guess it’s time for another coffee break.’
4. At Kroger’s late-night shift, a cashier glanced up from scanning groceries and saw a familiar face staring back at her from the security camera screen. The customer had left without paying for half of their items. She watched in disbelief as the same man appeared on the screen every night, picking up milk, bread, and sometimes even eggs—always leaving them untouched on the conveyor belt. Finally, one evening, she whispered into the microphone, ‘Sir? Your cart is missing something.’ He turned around, smiled sheepishly, and replied, ‘Oh, hello again! I thought you were just my friendly neighborhood ghost.’